"Hmm. That's quite a bold thing you're going to do, Mr Arc." The orange-haired counterfeiter said, taking his bowler hat off and rubbing his hair slightly. "Our efforts to create an extremely convincing paperwork for you could be... pricey. I understand you have the lien needed?"
Jaune shoved a small bag of lien into Roman's arms.
"Pleasure to do business with you, Mr Arc."
A few months later...
Jaune skipped through the streets, happy that he was able to finally get all of his required papers counterfeited. They were kept in a black envelope, and Jaune couldn't help but peek in it.
Jaune froze. What the papers were weren't, were definitely anything from realistic. It looked as if someone gave a seven-year-old child a ballpen and a template for a hunter's profiles.
The name was filled with childish words, 'Jaune Arc' and it wasn't even levelled with the lines! His age was '17', atleast it was correct.
His birthday... He had to prevent himself from having a breakdown right there. It was written 'Not yet'.
His school had been written as 'A really good one.'
Finally, the recommendation... He literally broke down right there, laughing and crying at the same time.
'He is redy! -An actual teacher.'
Even with the obviously counterfeited papers, He still went to Beacon. When it was his time to be interviewed...
"... Wow, Mr Arc." A stern blonde woman said, eyeing his papers.
I'm going to get arrested...
"What a good recommendation! We just have to check the rest of your papers!"
Jaune did a double take right there and now.
Now that Jaune was admitted, he was now in the forest, after the headmaster decided to launch them out of all god-damn things. Luckily, a spear caught him from being turned into 'Jaune-mato Ketchup' and he had been found by a redhead.
When they encountered a beowulf, he took out his sword, Crocea Mors PLUS, and swung at the Beowulf.
He should have known that the sword was just a counterfeit. The sword snapped in half, and the interior revealed it was made from cheap, brittle wood.
Luckily, he brought Crocea Mors with him. He drew that, and swung at the beowulf again. It managed to slice!
Slice his hand that is!
He should have noticed that the handle was sharper than the blade itself.
He threw away the Crocea Mors, before drawing out Crocea Minus.
And with a swing, a ring fell off from the handle...
*KABOOM!*
He should've known the sword was a grenade...
And thus, history came to know him as...
Jaune-terfeit.