Chapter 1: Strange Beginnings

As always, Professor Peter Port was excited for the start of a new year teaching at Beacon. All those minds to mold and the chance to see the next generation become something great, and in celebration of the coming year the Professor has decided that he will make the coming first year student's first day interesting and what better way to spice up the first day than a live battle with the Grimm?

Professor Port's attempts at finding the perfect specimen for his students has lead him to the deeper parts of the Emerald Forest. Admittedly finding the perfect specimen has been difficult, and not for a lack of skill on his part! Oh no, it seems that Grimm were no longer as strong as they used to be. To be perfectly honest, it was a little disheartening being unable to find any Grimm that could give him somewhat of a challenge.

Once more finishing off another pack of Beowolves, the Professor sighed. "It seems that the students have been getting stronger in these last few years. All of the challenges are gone! Or maybe I've gotten too old for this profession and as Grandfather said, though he smelled of cabbages, 'Peter, any man who grows old in a field in which men typically die young is not a man to be trifled with.' Oh Grandfather, you were such a wise man. Why I-"

Professor Port's thoughts were interrupted. Not by any danger to him, nay he was the danger! What interrupted the Professor's thoughts was the smell of food cooking. Professor Port began sneaking through the forest belying his lively and larger than life nature. Soon, the Professor came upon a clearing with what appeared to be a spit for cooking in the middle of it. Beside the spit was what appeared to be a young faunus man. Smiling internally, Port knew the perfect way to introduce himself.

"Hello young man! I see you have also chosen to spend a day out in this wonderful forest!" A boisterous voice announced.

There are many things that Jaune expected when he woke up for the day; waking up, climbing out of his tree, hunting for breakfast, practicing marksmanship, hiding in trees, finding his dinner, and then proceeding to find a safe place to sleep. Having a pattern is simply how he knows that things are going well. What he did not expect was hearing someone yell behind him, and despite what some might say he did not scream like a little girl and fall over.

After rolling onto his back to see where the voice came from, Jaune saw a rather well dressed large man in a red overcoat. What caught Jaune's eye the most was what the man carried over his shoulder and that appeared to be an axe with a hole at the end. If Jaune's memory served correctly and reliably, even though that his memory still left room for error, the axe was also what is known as a gun.

The man's appearance honestly left Jaune with a feeling he didn't feel often: shame. Jaune's appearance was wearing a coat made of hides and pants made of the same materials, and his armaments were his trusty long bow and his knife.

It was at this point Jaune realized that while he had spent his time thinking on the strange man's appearance and his comparison to the man it had seemed that the man did not wait for him to finish thinking. The strange man had moved to his fire and had proceeded to help cook his meal-and oh my he was being rude and ignoring him.

"-and that's how I saved a village unarmed and covered in honey. But where are my manners? I am the great Peter Port, professional Huntsman and Professor of Beacon Academy! What is your name young man?" the strange man, now known to him as Peter Port, said to Jaune.

Jaune, in his infinite wisdom, merely blinked at the man known as Peter Port before rubbing his throat and speaking in a scratchy voice, "Jaune. My name is Jaune. It is nice to meet you."

Professor Port squinted his eyes at the young man known as Jaune; based upon the sound of his voice and the rubbing of his throat, Jaune hadn't spoken often in a long time. After some further analysis based upon how the boy was dressed, Port knew that this Jaune more than likely lived out in the Emerald Forest instead of being an enthusiastic woodsman. Crinkling his eyes, Port knew he had found a kindred spirit.

"Apologies to young man, but quite simply don't come across many hunters like yourself these days. Tell me young man, where are your fellow hunters? It isn't safe to wander the Emerald Forest alone, unless you're me of course," Port cheerfully announces.

Seeing the young man tilt his head, Port knew he was in for a long story and proceeded to swiftly get comfortable.

The young Jaune voiced out in that scratchy tone of his, "Fellow...Hunters? You are...wrong. I live alone."

Port, raising a crinkled eye, looked closer at Jaune for a second analysis of him; the young man's story appeared to be true based upon his appearance, but what surprised the man most of all was his eyes. Young Jaune's blue eyes were like a cat's, and this new evidence let Port realized that this young man was a faunus.

Port, in a quieter tone of voice, asked him another question, "Tell me young man, how long have you been out here?"

This latest question from the man known as Port made Jaune think. As far as he could remember he had been out in the wild, what he now knows is called the Emerald Forest, well forever.

Turning to Port, Jaune rubbed his throat and raised his voice, "I have been here...for as long as I can remember."

With his latest response Jaune saw his new companion get an odd look in his eye and he heard Port ask, "Tell me young man. How would you like to come with me and become a Huntsman?"

Wow, this is EverProfessional here and welcome to my first story! I know the grammar and punctuation is probably atrocious and I won't promise that it will get better, but I promise to do my best! This story was adopted from the UndeadF3AR, and if you came from over there I'll tell you right off the bat that I'm using my own outline for the story, so this story is going to have its difference from his. I hope you all enjoy what you've read so far, and please leave me some constructive reviews; or flames. Flames will just fan my fire and motivate me to do better. I might also mention that I'm not exactly used to using the uploading system, so the formatting might have a few mistakes the first few days after it's uploaded. But fret not, I will have that issue solved soon enough! Now I know you're all excited, but you'll have to wait till I finish the next chapter. See you Soon!

Edit: There, I figured out how to fix some of the format. Thinks for reading!