RWBY King of Swords
Jaune Arc, son of Jasper and Amber Arc, and grandson of the war hero Julius Arc. For as long as he could remember, Jaune dreamed of becoming a Hunter, inspired by his family, with his grandfather being a war hero, his parents being hunters, and his older sisters being either huntresses or huntresses-in-training.
There was one problem though, Jaune was born prematurely which caused him to be a bit frail and to easily get diseases in his early childhood. Because of that his parents never bothered to awaken his aura or train him, because they didn't want him to get hurt or killed.
Julius on the other hand saw that Jaune was full of determination to become a Hunter, and knew his parents' disapproval wouldn't stop him.
"Jaune, come with me, I went to talk to you." Said Julius.
Jaune looked at his grandfather, the man he looked up to the most, and nodded before following.
"You wish to become a Hunter correct?" Asked Julius.
"More than anything." Said Jaune without a moment of hesitation.
Julius smirked. "Come over here then."
Jaune walked up to Julius and Julius put his hand atop Jaune's head.
"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. I release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee…"
Julius Arc was covered in a pale yellow aura. Soon a bright white light covered Jaune as his aura awakened. Julius smirked once the process was over. "I'm impressed kiddo, you have a lot of aura, definitely way more than average." Said Julius.
Jaune was staring as his hands as the glow slowly went away.
"Anyways, now that I've awakened your aura, I'm gonna train you, now we'll have to sneak out since I'm doing this without your parents' permission." Said Julius.
Jaune grinned widely and nodded.
*6 years later*
Jaune stood alongside his parents and sisters in the front of a group of people. Every single one of them wore black. A lot were crying, Jaune wanted to cry, but knew his grandfather wouldn't want his family to be crying for him, he'd much rather have them smiling at the memories of him. They watched as they lowered the casket of Julius Arc into the ground. Once the casket was fully lowered everyone started to disperse. Jaune and his family went home and Jaune instantly went to his room.
On his bed Jaune saw his grandfather's sword, Crocea Mors, and a letter. Jaune picked up the letter and read it.
"Hey there kiddo, if you're reading this then I've probably kicked the bucket, anyways, I pulled some strings with an old friend of mine to get you into Beacon, also I want to entrust Crocea Mors to you, most people don't have an appreciation for the classics, what with everything also being a gun now, and I don't want my partner to sit on a shelf or in the attic collecting dust. Anyways, I want you to know I'm proud of you Jaune, I always expected great things of you, but when I was training you, you far surprised my expectations, you learned basic sword fighting, the thirteen Arc sword techniques, heck you even made a fourteenth, and you learned aura manipulation faster than your father or any of your sisters did, I know you'll make your dream come true and you'll be one of the best Hunters in Remnant. Don't forget to train, always protect those who can't protect themselves, and always know, You're the best grandson a man can ask for and I'll always watch over you -Julius ArcP.S. - Make sure to find an amazing woman and get me and your grandmother great grandchildren!"
Jaune read over the letter again and again, his smiled as the tears started to leak from his eyes, he quickly set the letter aside so he didn't get tears on it, he then sat on his bed with Crocea Mors on his lap as he held the sheath so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"I promise gramps, I'll make you proud." Said Jaune, barely managing to keep his voice stable with the crying.
((A/N: Well, I think that was a good chapter, since this is only my second story and I'm tackling this story without my friends co-writing with me, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, and I know I haven't updated "The Few Reborn From The Stars" but that's because me and my co-writers have all hit writer's block at the same spot and are trying to figure out what to do, anyways, I wish you a good day))