Chapter 2, It's dangerous.
3 Years later
CRACK!
A punch connected to Jaune's jaw sending him hurling to the ground hard. Tears were on the edges of his eyelids at this point, things weren't suppose to be like this! The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth so he spat the blood onto the pavement. He hasn't learned anything about his aura, how to control, open it, channel it, nothing. He clenched his teeth until it hurt his jaw, the boy turned to his left.
A small girl was cowering beside him, shivering and trembling like a leaf. He pounded his fist into the ground with rage, he looked up as his aggressor and stumbled back onto his feet.
"I can do this all day, pal." he growled, the bully cracked his knuckles, his name: Adrian Grey. Every since the start of junior high, he's been a thorn in Jaune's side. Always calling him weak, picking on him and his buddy Abe, telling him that he could never be a hero, calling him stupid names. Grey was a jerk, a textbook bully, he didn't care about anyone's feelings, just his own.
"Oh really?" he replied in a cocky attitude,
Jaune's legs were wobbling, he'd never admit it, but his was scared of him. Grey was tall for his age, fat too. The kids in his class never dared cross his path, especially when his lackeys were around. But, today was different.
Jaune ran up to the bully and brought back his arm, preparing to strike. Grey smirked, then the punch flew, Grey caught it. Jaune's heart froze, he paniced. With that he brought his fist back and swung a haymaker punch to his face. The small boy could feel his body leave the earth, the pain was sharp, instant, and damn near blinding. All he saw were black and red spots as his body flew through the air.
THUMP!
His hearing was cutting in and out, and so did his vision. But he could clearly hear the laughter and mirth the bullies were having. With the little energy Jaune had he closed his eyes and silently cried. The tears finally came, but they came down slow and methodical. It felt like acid on his skin, an voice popped into his mind.
His father, "Arcs don't cry, Jaune!"
He shut his eyes tight, 'I'm sorry, Dad. It just hurts... so much.' He sat there for a good minute and cried,
"Why does it have to be this way?" he whispered and begged sadly, he was suppose to be the hero! But why? Why does it hurt so much?
"Thank you." a voice announced, a new voice. A voice that was sweet and had innocence to it. Jaune sucked in a breath, he almost forgot why he finally fought Grey.
He opened his teary eyes, wiped them, and turned towards the girl. She had chestnut hair and two big bunny ears on her head. She was a Faunus, Grey and his goons were picking on her because of her ears and the fact that she wasn't human. It soon escalated to a point where Jaune had to put his foot down, so he pushed Grey. And thus a fight ensued.
The bully commanded his squad to move out, clearly they've finished off their prey, so like hunters, they walked off in search of more prey.
"Does it hurt?" she asked quietly, she started to crawl over to him, slow movements of caution. Jaune changed his demeanor with a flick of the switch, 'No way, I can't look weak in front of a girl!' He gazed at her and smiled transparently, 'I hope she didn't see me cry!' He begged the great creator Mounty for a miracle, unfortunately, Mounty was so forgiving today.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm alright! Not a scratch!" he jolted up, stars started to dance across his eyes. He turned to the girl and smiled like a fool. The girl couldn't help it, she smiled. She smiled for the first time in forever. Just something about Jaune made her happy, was it his smile? His courage? His god awful humor? Whatever it was, it made her days bearable.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a Band-Aid, made it over to the snarky blonde who was now rubbing his head bashfully. Jaune raised an eyebrow at the Band-Aid,
"You carry band aids on standby?" he asked genuinely curious. She giggled,
"You never know what might happen." she leaned forward and placed it onto his nose.
"There...good...as new." Jaune couldn't help but chuckle, she was sweet, shy, but super sweet. He hopped back onto his feet, for some reason he felt rejuvenated and ready. Offered a hand to the Faunus, which she took, and lifted.
"Don't mention it." he finished, she looked confused. He pointed a thumb behind him, "Look, about earlier, don't mention it. It's my job as a hero of justice!" he stated loudly.
Couple Months Later
It was a full moon out tonight, well shattered moon. Young Jaune was sitting on the porch of his house, enjoying the night breeze that came ever so often. He liked these days, he liked peaceful days, he hated drama filled days. He hated coming home from school and getting sent to his room, or his sisters hassling him around. He liked peace, but peace is hard to obtain, some would say almost impossible.
"Nice night, huh?" came a voice, he turned. It was his mother,
"Hey mom." he quietly responded, as a mother she could tell something big was on her son's mind. She frowned, but Jaune wasn't always so happy-go-lucky as people made him out to be, he was actually much more complicated than people thought.
"Something on your mind, Jaune?" she asked, the boy scoffed and turned. 'How did she know?' She grinned and walked over to him and plotted herself next to her son. Then wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him in close.
"You do realize that I'm your mother, right?" she deadpanned, Jaune smirked, 'Who was I trying to fool.' He sighed deeply and scooted closer to his mother. Deciding whether or not to actually open up to her. He looked up with sad doe eyes,
"I didn't know being a hero of justice would hurt this much." he stated, his mother went quiet, eerie quiet. She frowned deeply, then her gaze started to linger on the moon. It's pieces glowing yellow in the night sky.
"I wanted to become a Hero of Justice once." Jaune looked up at his mother, she was smiling, but it looked hollow and empty. Her voice was filled with sadness and a tinge of regret.
"So you stopped?" he asked, clearly shocked that his mother actually had the same dream as him.
"Yes and No. I'm more of a diplomatic Huntsmen now than I was in the past. When I was young, I was like your father." she stated, his eyes grew two sizes bigger. "We were inseparable, both of us, we were sent on countless missions that involved saving others. To many I dare to count." her stare turned cold, "But Jaune," she turned to him, her face serious as ever.
"If you save one person, then you must sacrifice another." she declared, Jaune's eyes dilated slightly. 'So this is why she wanted me to wait.' He shook his head in disagreement,
"That can't be right!" he shouted, she merely nodded,
"It's true. Jaune you're human, you can't save everyone." she planted her hands on his shoulders and shook him lightly. He shut his mouth and actually thought about it, looking at his hands, she's right, he thought. 'I am only human...' He clenched his fist tightly, for some reason this statement set a fire in Jaune's heart ablaze. His gaze became sharp and determined.
He peered over at his mother, she had her head down slightly. Almost if in disappointment, he heard her whisper,
"Besides, being a hero has an expiration date." she released a dejected sigh. Jaune smiled with conviction and gently reached for his mother's hand. She snapped at the touch, his eyes were soft, but his smile was brilliant. Her heart started to beat faster,
"I'll become a hero for you, mother. For everyone!" he proclaimed. How could she argue with that look, there was a reason she married John. It was the smile. A smile that could take anyone's breath away. She had to smile back, it was almost contagious.
"I feel happy now. But just... be careful Jaune. This path is not going to be easy." she pinched his cheeks and puffed out her own, looking like a petulant child. Jaune started to laugh,
"Alright, Alright! I promise to be careful!" he muffled, she lunged forward and hugged her son tightly while smashing their cheeks together.
"That's my boy." she whispered in his ear. Jaune treasured the warmth of his mother to the fullest, almost if this was his last hug he'd ever receive. He would have never known that he was right. For awhile, this would be his last hug.
2 Years Later
"AGAIN!" a grown man boomed from above Jaune. Whose face was now currently planted to the floor, courtesy of a kick to his midsection. His eyes were opened, but saw nothing but darkness. He groaned, this day was just getting worse and worse. He clutched his stomach and started to move around, he grabbed his gloves, which he automatically knew were beside him. Repetition can do that to a person.
"Gaahhh...Cap you said you were going to take it eeaassyy!" he complained, he sucked in a breath and stumbled to his knees. He started gulping huge gallons of air, trying desperately to stabilize his heart rate. But he's being worked like a slave, no rest and no stops.
"This training...hehe...is beyond...hellish." he stammered, out of the corner of his eye he saw a hand. He looked up, Steven Rogers was above him. He was wearing a simple grey workout shirt, with gym shorts that really brought out his muscles, it was like he was about to bust out of his top. The Arc would never admit the jealousy he felt at seeing that. Jaune was just wearing a simple full blown hoddie, Steve said that it would help out in the training.
Nope!
"I thought you knew what ya signed up for, solider?" he sarcastically asked, Jaune smirked, and then snorted.
"I remember! I just didn't know it would be this bad!" he grabbed the hand and was pulled up. Steve stopped and looked at Jaune up and down,
"You do realize that you asked me to train you, right? One of the best hand-to-hand combat specialist in Remnant. Do you know what that entails?" he asked, Jaune stood up to his full height, put his arms akimbo on his waist and breathed deeply.
"I know, I know! This is all necessary, in order to accomplish my goal I need to train with the best of the best." he raised a clenched fist, turned to Steven and smirked,
"I made a promise!" he shouted, Steve smiled. The will power, the devotion, passion, determination. It was all there, right there in front of him. And he loved it, he was going to make the best Huntsmen out of Jaune, even if it killed him.
"That's more like it!" he raised his gloves, "Now come on! AGAIN!" Jaune blew out a breath and slipped his gloves back onto his hands before charging in for a punch.
"AHHHH!" he battle cried, He jabbed, kicked, and made a rhythm, '1..2..3, 1..2..3' Steve was merely blocking each blow with his wrist and palms, until he saw how blatantly choreographed his moves were, Jaune jabbed, Steve blocked and Jiu Jitsu flipped him onto his back. His body literally flew off the ground. He shut his eyes and waited for the ground to come into contact with his back..
"OH SHI-" he smacked the ground hard.
POW!
Stars were dancing around his eyes, he could've sworn that her heard kuku bird noises. Black spots and clouds were everywhere, his butt now facing up to the sky.
'This is gonna be a long training session.' He closed his eyes and sighed loudly,
"Fuck." he whispered.
Several Months Later
The rain was smacking down on Jaune's black hoddie as he ran through an empty park in the City of Vale at 6:00 in the morning. His breath was coming out in puffs of fog and his lungs were burning due to the long exertion. He turned a block sharply, he could hear footsteps coming closer to him. They were loud and fast, 'Not again!' They were coming closer and closer, until finally they were beside him. And he heard the one phrase that will forever haunt his dreams,
"On your left." and the man zoomed off at speeds that were inhuman. It was such a simple phrase, but a phrase that plagued his mornings and nights.
"DAMNIT CAP!" he tried to push himself for the last stretch, but his heart felt like bursting, he groaned and roared,
"RAAAR!" he pushed his muscles and made it to the tall oak tree. Slipped and fell face first into the dirt.
"MMMM..." He said ("finally") by the way. He popped his head out of the ground and spit the gravel out of his mouth.
"I think I'm gonna...die..." he reached for the trunk in agony and merely flopped to the floor. "Forget it. I'm too exhausted to joke." He merely sat there and breathed, the rain wasn't letting up, and it was starting to get cold. Jaune could care less, his legs just went to hell and back, and his lungs were just dipped in lava. Screw the rain, my legs fell like damn jelly goddamnit! Through the haziness of his vision Jaune could see Steve running up to him and he frowned.
"That was only 2 miles, Arc. What happened?" he asked innocently, Janue had no words, he only moaned,
"Ehhhh..." Cap nodded,
"Oh, so that's what happened huh. Need a medic?" he comically asked, Janue sat on his knees and snorted,
"How bout an new set of lungs." he joked, "Dude, you ran like 13 miles without breaking a sweat!" he exasperatedly stated. Steve smiled at the joke, it felt oddly familiar for some reason.
"I guess I got a late start?" he quipped, Jauned frowned,
"Oh really! You should be ashamed of yourself! Go take another lap!" he jabbed, Steve chuckled. One thing he loved about Janue was his humor, the boy did know how to make someone laugh. Jaune did a double take,
"You just toke it didn't you? I'm assuming you just toke it!" Jaune signed, he reached his arm out and gestured for a pick-me-up. Steve obliged,
"But I'll be honest Jaune, your stamina isn't half bad. We'll get better at it as time goes on." he patted his shoulder and smiled,
"Alright, I'm gonna hold ya to it, Cap." they laughed, well, Jaune whizzed.
"But next up is Muscles!" he shouted enthusiastically, Jaune face faulted.
"For the love of Mounty...STTTOOOPPP!" he sighed and smacked his face.
A few months later,
He jabbed, his opponent blocked with his forearm, he kicked, and so did he. They blocked each others kicks, but Jaune brought his leg back up for a high arcing one. He ducked and tried to sweep his leg, he noticed this and hopped back. Jaune ran up and unleashed a flurry of kicks to his opponents chest, he merely blocked each one.
'This guys good.' Just from exchanging a couple of move Jaune knew that his opponent must've had special training due to his technique, but he wasn't as good as Cap. Cap was a monster. The guy jumped forward and brought his leg up high, Jaune caught the leg and flipped his entire person over, 'He slipped' He backed up and waited for his opponent to get up, he did. He followed up with two swings, Jaune went underneath one, then the other. But at the last minute, hooked his arm around his and kneed him in the chest. Then placed his leg behind his and pushed; while pulling his arm forward, thus making the man flip.
He goes for a kick to finish off the fight, it gets caught and he's thrown to the ground. It suddenly becomes a battle of attrition. He throws a kick, but he follows up with a sweep to his leg, he spins to his feet in an instant. Jaune throws a spin round house to the face and a side kick to finish off the man, and the match is over.
"VICTOR, JAUNE ARC" the com says, it was merely a sparring match. The man's Aura was brought into the red, that was the only way to win.
His opponent got up and bowed, Jaune just fought a student from Sanctum. Some higher ups school in Vale, it didn't matter, he won. And his opponent wasn't no chump either. One of the top students in fact. He bowed back as well, it was a sign of respect. Then the two fighters shook hands,
"It was a good match." Jaune proudly said, his opponent nodded,
"Likewise, Arc." his name, Danny Sky was one of many sparring partners Jaune has fought over the pass months. He was new, refreshing, and fought differently then the other people he's fought. But this was strictly a hand to hand combat match, no weapons.
The two left the ring and walked away, Jaune waved back and shouted,
"Some other time, eh?" he smiled and waved without looking,
"You're on, Arc!" and the two fighters exited out of the room.
A year or two later,
"Huntsmen and Huntresses make their own weapons, Jaune. You know that, right?" Cap explained, Jaune nodded as the two walked to Tony's. A famous Engineer and Weapons maker.
"Yeah I know, so I'm guessing today's the day, huh?" the Arc looked excited as ever before. He had some concept of the weapons he wanted, Cap was curious but decided to stay quiet. Make it fun.
Jaune and his teacher walked through the desolate streets of Vale, the roads had little cars, people we're either jogging or walking their dogs. It kinda reminded him of home, not much could be said about Jaune's village. Everyone knew each other, kids played in the streets, adults strolled around engaging in idle chitchat, rather quiet than the city. So this was a rare opportunity,
"Man it's quiet." he whispered, Steve's lips went straight,
"I know. Vale is rarely ever quiet." he said, his tone straight. His senses started to kick in, but he waited. It could be just one of those days. The two turned a corner and approached Tony's.
It had huge sign that read 'STARK' on it with flashing neon blue lights, merely looking at the sign Jaune knew the type of person Tony was.
Rather narcissistic, he thought.
"He clearly loves to see his name on everything." he pointed to the sign and grimaced, Cap sighed,
"Yep, that's Tony for ya."
They entered the Weapons store, a bell signaling their arrival to whomever was inside. They heard a loud yell from the back of the store,
"I'll be there soon!" said the voice. Cap smiled, "It's been quite awhile since I heard his obnoxious voice." The two of them advanced inside the store, Jaune's eyes were exposed to countless armaments, ranging from swords, guns, spears, bows, daggers, etc, if you could name it, Tony probably has it. Each aisle greeted him with something new, like one aisle had a flaming sword, another had purple glowing gloves, one had a pink bow, and another had a huge shotgun/mace.
"Talk about variations." he commented and whistled low, they finally made it to the counter. Behind it was the back of a man, all Jaune could tell was that he had a nice suit and brown hair. Cap leaned over and tapped the bell,
DING!
A pause, the two exchanged a look, Jaune tapped the bell.
DING!
Another pause, Jaune started to repeatedly tap the bell,
DING! DING! DING!-
The man turned around and quickly snatched the bell from the counter,
"I heard you the first time!" he yelled sarcastically, Jaune grimaced. The man had a sharp goatee and brown eyes, he was slightly taller then him but not as tall as Cap. The man started to wipe the bell with his cuff, as if there was dirt on it, he turned and addressed Jaune directly, "You know we're closed, right?" he gave a snarky edge to his words,
Jaune raised an eyebrow and gestured to the front of the store.
"Then why does the sign say open? It's like, glowing in big blue colors, so..." he quipped. Tony frowned, then turned to Steve,
"Who's the stiff?" he joked,
"Hey!" Jaune retorted, Steve smiled,
"Play nice now, Tony. We're here on business, okay." Tony waved him off,
"Everybody's here on business. Who isn't here on business?" he sarcastically stated, Jaune frowned. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly starting to get annoyed.
"Tony, we're here simply to pick up supplies." the Stark crossed his arms,
"Really? And what do you have in mind?" he asked, Steve turned to Jaune, it was all up to him from here on out. The Arc smirked,
"A good chuck of Vibranium!" with that he slammed a wad of Lein and grinned, everyone went quiet for a second.
"Kid, do you know how rare that metal is?" declared Tony, the owner of the store started to rub his hair in frustration. Steve went wide eyed,
"What're you planning to do with that?" he asked, Jaune exceeded his expectations. The Arc turned to his mentor and pointed a finger at his chest,
"Over the last couple of years, I've seen you do things with that shield that almost defy physics. It's a very clever and ingenious weapon when given to you, and lately I've been practicing how to use a shield on my own time, Cap. I want my own shield, something to protect me from evil, something to protect others from evil as well, I don't know why...but I like the concept of a shield."
Steve was stunned, he had no idea Jaune was practicing with that type of weapon. They tried at first, but to him it felt like a lost cause; so they switched to bladed combat. He shut his mouth and nodded his head in calm but understanding manner,
"Ok then, if that's what you want...go for it." he patted his back lightly, Jaune toke this as an approval and smiled.
"That's all fine and dandy, blondie, but who's gonna get the Vibranium, eh?" Steve sighed,
"You owe me some favors, so don't go whining about who's doing what, Stark!" he jabbed a finger at the man, Tony snorted,
"Fine. Anything else oh-great-hero?" he quipped,
Jaune brought out his list and read from the top.
Weeks Later,
He pounded away at the metal while it was hot. At 400 degrees Celsius it made the metal malleable, so he manipulated it into a circle. It was hot, very hot in the room his was in. Stark was supervising his creation. Jaune's thick goggles reflected the sparks as he bounded,
BANG! BANG!
The Arc grabbed a huge prong and grabbed the edge, then dipped it into the water. A huge bloom of steam came out of the liquid, he held it in their for a few minutes before taking it out. He placed it on the table and showed his handiwork off to Stark,
The man actually took off his fancy red glasses and smirked,
"Not bad, kid. Not bad."
'This is the closest I'm ever going to get to a 'good job' am I?' He smiled,
"Thanks,"
Tony clapped his hands together,
"Well let's get started on the sword." Jaune smirked,
"Shall we?" he gestured, Tony chuckled,
"We shall."
Months Later
"Alright Jaune, you know what time you have to beat. Start whenever you're ready." Steve ordered, he had a stop watch in his hand and his Scroll out. Clearly coaching the Arc in some way.
Jaune was at the line, his body relaxed and his heart rate steady. He bereaved in, then out. This was his last test before applying to the Combat School known as Beacon Academy. He was ready, his mentor taught him most of the basics, from Aura manipulation, to Semblance. Even Tony Stark aided him when it came to Dust control and the mechanics of weapons.
All in All, his teachers did their parts, now it was up to him. Now he needed to test his abilities, hone his skills. And what better way to test one's abilities then an obstacle course.
He tapped his back, his weapon was firmly magnetized , he touched his holster, his custom modified pistol was snugged in it's place. Then he touched his sheath.
'Crocea Mors is ready.'
In honor of his great grandfather's legendary sword n shield, Jaune merely toke the same concept and simplistic look of Crocea Mors and modified it a bit. His shield was circular now, and when the straps are pulled it activates and snaps into place. His sword was golden and shinned bright white in certain conditions, made out of a special metal alloy that Tony Stark himself created,
'This puppy can almost cut through any metal in Remnant;.' he boasted, So the Arc tried it out on a tree. He twirled and slashed, and next thing he knew, he became an lumberjack.
The only thing gun related on his person was his lightweight pistol. Designed so that it could fire special Dust rounds when inserted into the magazine, he didn't like all the extravagant weapons people carried around nowadays. He appreciated the classics. But don't get him wrong, some weapons were just badass.
Cap blew the whistle,
He legs shot forward, after a few steps he turned a corner, a volley of bullets were shot his way, 'This is easy,' He saw the wall, increased his speed and started running on it, then at the climax hopped off and twirled swiftly.
"AH!" he just barely escaped the bullets.
He rolled to his knees and regained balance, suddenly the walls on either side of him started to close together on him slowly, so he waited for the right moment to hop.
"Now!" he walled jumped like a world class gymnastics star, popping off each surface in sync. He was on top of the course now, he ran at top speed, his heart rate rising, luckily his breathing techniques were starting to come into play.
"breathe, Jaune." he told himself,
A gap was coming over the horizon, he hopped and summer saluted onto his feet. He slipped down a plane, then combat rolled under a projectile.
"Gotta go faster." he said,
The boy parkoured over a ledge and rolled, he grabbed the shield off his back and pulled. It came together with a "CLANG!"
Jaune hurled his golden shield at his targets, each hit ricocheted off the other, thus taking both targets out. It returned back to him because of his quick trajectory calculations. He snapped it to his back and continued,
Halfway through the course he turned another corner, a hand came into close contact with his face. He blocked and Judo flipped the combat drone to the ground; then punched it in the face.
But another threw a kick, he ducked, and followed up with a sweep to the leg.
The drone tripped, Jaune grabbed the leg of the droid and rolled into a hold. Then pulled as hard as he could, thus breaking the leg. He got up and sprinted,
The Arc cartwheeled into a grab of drones, then dispatched one of them with a shield bash to the chest, then kicked back and forth between the bots. He grabbed one with a baton and broke it's arm, then dodged a punch from behind, he slipped behind it and grabbed the waist.
Lifted and suplexed the bot to the floor.
CRACK!
Jaune popped two rounds into the last bot's head and continued on.
The young Paladin of Hope vaulted over obstacles and slid under small paths, he jumped from roof tops and dodged bullets. 'I'm gonna beat this course. Die trying!'
He let go of the poll his was swinging on and continued his sprint, Jaune was started to lose his breath, he needed to end this now. He turned his last corner and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Ah shit." he sighed,
Ten bots, ten level 9 bots. This was gonna be hard.
He brought his shield to the front,
"Before we get started..." he waited and evaluated his targets,
"does anybody wanna get out?" it was more of a warning than a question.
"Who I'm kidding? You guys are robots!" he joked, suddenly the closest one threw the first punch, he blocked, and so did it. They exchanged blows until Jaune repeatedly threw elbows at the bots face; he then flicked roundhouse to the bot's head and severed it completely.
Two more filled in, one in front, and one behind. He countered their strikes with follow up kicks and punches, flipped over one and pinned it's arms back and followed up with a kick to the butt. Sending the two into the wall.
Jaune sprinted and bashed his shield into the nearest one's chest instantly taking it out. Next he twirl jumped and hurled his weapon at the two bots, but when he landed, a kick come into contact with his face. He hit the ground face first,
"Good thing... I have...Life Insurance." he joked, he groaned and rolled back onto his feet. Jaune targeted a lone bot, ran up to it and jumped, next he wrapped his legs around the bot's neck and head and twisted. They both hit the ground hard, Jaune coughed,
"Let's not...(cough, cough) do that again."
A bot grabbed him up off the ground, then another one started punching him in the chest. Each blow hurt like a bitch but he needed to hold out; he jabbed his elbows hard into bot who had him in the choke hold. Then flipped behind it in an instant and spun roundhouse kicked the bot away. Next he shield charged the other to the ground and brought his shield up high. He dropped his arms in order to cut it's head off,
Jaune unsheathed his sword, a couple of the bots were merely stunned. He wanted to take them out; he ran and slashed swiftly at the head of one of the unsuspecting droids. Then threw his weapon at another one; sparks flying out of the machinery.
He rolled over to the last robot and turned the machine around, grabbed it, and repeatedly smacked it's head into his knee; until it could no longer function.
Jaune was now surrounded by broken machinery and bolts, he sucked in a deep breath and sprinted.
With one final back handspring he crossed the line.
Cap stopped the watch.
"Six minutes and twenty seconds. That the best time you've gotten so far, I think you passed." he congratulated, Jaune's jaw dropped,
"No way." the Captain nodded,
"NO WAY!" he nodded again,
"HAHAHA! WOAH!" Jaune started to laugh uncontrollably,
"OH MY GOD! I JUST DID THAT!" he shouted and pointed,
The Arc couldn't contain his happiness, so he laughed until his lungs hurt.
"Man I'm good!" he smirked, Steve shook his head,
"Do get too cocky now, solider. The real challenge is still out there." his lips became straight as his gaze lingered over the vast hill tops.
Jaune lost his smile, but exchanged it with a determine grin,
"You're right, Cap. My next challenge..."
"is Beacon." he stands up and walks over to Cap on the hill.
The City of Vale was underneath them, a sign of much more to come.
"Get ready, Beacon Academy. Because Jaune Arc is coming soon." he whispered,
"That sounded corny." said Cap,
Jaune literally deflated,
"I know."
