A few simple words can change so many things: the direction of a conversation, a person's opinion on an issue, and if the right words are chosen, they can change a person, or even the world, for better or for worse.

How will words affect you?

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"Quiet. Quiet please…" Glynda Goodwtich's voice carried throughout the auditorium, amplified by the microphone on the main stage. "Your Headmaster has a few words to share with all of you."

All of Beacon's new arrivals immediately silenced themselves; turning their heads to listen to the man in charge of the most famous school for hunters and huntresses throughout the world of Remnant.

Goodwitch stepped aside, allowing room in front of the mic for the man who currently held the attention of every young man and woman in the room. Dozens of youthful eyes were locked on him, prepared to hold onto his every word. As a man in such a respected position of authority, it was obvious to all in attendence that this man was the embodiment of a true huntsman. A man of great wisdom, experience, but above all else… power.

Though what kind of power he had depended on what the young minds in the audience choose to focus on.

To a certain blonde brawler, the man before her had the power to wipe out whole armies of Grimm with ease. While she herself had never seen her new headmaster fight, his feats as a huntsman were compared to those of the heroes from the First Great Grimm War. When she was younger, every kid in school talked about how they would grow up to be a legendary huntsman, just like him. They would boast and rant about how he had stood alone against armies of Grimm, outside the protection of the kingdoms, alone and injured, and would always come out on top. Most of these stories were exaggerated… probably. Regardless of who you asked, anyone would admit that he possessed a combat prowess that the busty blonde couldn't, at the moment, even dream of obtaining.

A certain heiress respected the man for having enough power to be successful enough as a huntsman to be deemed worthy of the role of headmaster in the eyes of his superiors. Being an individual both successful and respected for their own accomplishments was a substantial reason that pushed her to come to this school in the first place; it was something she strode for in herself. Regardless of where he came from or what he had to endure, the man in charge of her home for the next four years had stood against all odds and made something of himself, instead of just living in someone else's shadow, or off of someone's name. He had proven himself time and again, not only his combat ability or his knowledge of battle, but his dedication, his pride and conviction to rise above all and be the best of the best, just like she deserved to be.

To a certain bow wearing Faunus, the headmaster possessed a vast amount of influential power. Being the one in charge of teaching the next generation of the defenders of humanity, as well as having connections with many other influential people throughout the four kingdoms with the same kind of influence, this man could make history, and change Remnant's future, on a whim. It was intimidating, but the Faunus was usually a good judge of character, and came to the initial conclusion that the man wouldn't commit such acts so recklessly or without purpose. Besides, that kind of influence was necessary for her to obtain if she wanted to make the world even slightly better place for herself, her race, or… anyone for that matter.

And to one red hooded reaper, the headmaster of Beacon had what she believed to be one of the most powerful things in the world. Hope. He had hope that new people would be inspired to rise up to defend humanity, to help it prosper and thrive. It was this same hope that he inspired in countless others everyday, and it was hope that brought the four kingdoms together, in the hope of creating a better world. In the young girl's mind, there was no one else more qualified, more capable, or more deserving to be Beacon's headmaster.

And it was with these thoughts in the minds of his newest students that Beacon's head master, Jaune Arc, stepped forward, and began to speak…

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So this is my first fan fiction. Not sure if I'm any good at this so please let me know what you think... Any way, this story is an AU taking place in the auditorium at Beacon (episode 3: Shining Beacon Part 2) with Jaune replacing Ozpin as the Headmaster. If I make a new chapter, I would make it where Jaune gives a speech, though not the same one Ozpin gave, and any other chapters to follow would most likely be him giving advice to different characters based on events that we see in the canon. Again please let me know what you think, any feedback is appreciated.