CH1: The Sword of Memories
AN: Greetings! Welcome to the second chapter of The Once and Future King! Reading through the reviews I'd like to give warm hints and statements! For the gentlemen who defended teams NPR and RWBY I'd like to remind you that Jaune is most definitely a victim. And, I'll give the example of Blake and Yang. One is a former terrorist; which is undoubtedly a far worse crime than sneaking in, and Blake most likely didn't have the transcripts needed to legally enter the school which means she probably faked her transcripts just as Jaune did. The only difference is that Blake is able to fight, and Jaune couldn't; at least not at first. Yang is also a worse case than Jaune, she wrecked a fucking bar man. Not only does that constitute assault it also brings in the fact that she cause a huge fucking amount of property damage. I'll give you that it was a den of criminals. But, that doesn't excuse the fact that she wrecked a person's property and source of income~! She didn't even get into any bloody trouble.
Now, that the rant is over! Time for hints! Jaune/Arthur is a hero, not an anti-hero, but an honest to God, heart of gold, and will of steel hero. But don't think he'll just go back to his friends at the slightest bit of regret from them. They have a very long way to go before they can count themselves among his friends. Team NPR and RWBY don't have to really worry about Jaune per say, but his team is the one they should watch out for… they're rather protective especially Lancelot *wink wink nudge nudge* And on the source of pairing I'm currently debating on the lass/lasses that will end up with Jaune. Because I want this story to be entirely organic. Anywho that's enough hints from me. Enjoy the show~!
CH1: Sword of Memories
(Headmaster's Office)
"Gentlemen I would like to welcome you back" greeted Ozpin.
"We're happy to be back sir," Gawain chirped.
"So I take it that you were successful in your attempts?" He inquired eyeing the sword on Arthur's hip
"Of course sir," the boy in question stated fondly patting the sword by his side.
"Good," He then gave the sword an appraising look inspecting said weapon. It was a beautiful sword. The scabbard was a work of art painted in crimson and blue, with intricate gold inlays and rubies so fine that it hinted to an otherworldly creator. Simply calling it a scabbard was naught but an insult to the item itself. Looking at it just gave you a feeling of majesty as if it told you "look upon my wielder and witness a king, behold your ruler" Ozpin's face gained a tinge of melancholy as he recalled the last wielder of the blade. Flashes of golden hair and emerald eyes greeted him, a warm sound of laughter, the feeling of belonging, and a golden light welcomed him as if he was coming home. It seems as if your descendant was successful in acquiring the sword Uther. Good, Vale needs her king once more. He took a sip of his coffee and stated.
" , may I see the blade?"
"Of course headmaster," as Arthur drew the blade Ozpin couldn't help, but see an image of another boy interwoven of his form. The blade sang as it was drawn almost as if it was in absolute rapture of being held by its wielder. Ozpin was once again drawn in as he saw the full majesty of the blade shimmering with gold and lapis scroll work adorned the silverite blade. His eyes traced downwards once again and beheld another hint of its otherworldly creators, and once again he drawn into his memories. The boy that he saw before interwoven with Arthur, now a man stood proudly adorned in formal dress cloaked in royal blue. His once boyish looks gave way to a Handsome man garbed in glittering silver, but the things that mattered didn't change. His eyes still glittered with youthful optimism and slight mischief, His smile still warm and inviting greeted everyone with the same courtesy be they faunus or man, his posture open and kind even through years of battle.
"Caliburn, Golden Sword of the Victorious" Ozpin finally managed to breathe out. "You successfully reclaimed your birthright."
"Of course sir, I'd be rather disappointed if I couldn't," Arthur teasingly stated looking fondly over his team. Seeing them all straighten up slightly in pride.
Ozpin composed himself and started, "well then, Gawain Campion, Hector de Maris, Arthur Pendragon, and Lancelot du Lac. You four will from team CHAL (Chevallier) under Arthur Pendragon as leader. Any other questions?"
"No sir, thank you" Arthur stated proudly."
"Then you are dismissed, best of luck you four," Ozpin proudly declared.
(RWBY POV - Combat Class)
The four girls and their sister team were getting situated as class began. Much has changed since Jaune had left. Ruby was now far more womanly than you would recall. Garbed in her signature red hood her eyes felt a far more experienced, and her steps were far more calculated, her posture far more sure. It was as though the Ruby of the past had never existed at all. Next was her partner, time had only enhanced her beauty. Glittering white hair drifted down her back as if they were snowflakes, azure eyes gazed upon every person in their vicinity with an imperious but polite look, the only thing that hadn't truly changed was the grace she held herself with. Yang came bursting in like a flash of sunlight, golden hair trailed down her in a manner not dissimilar with flames licking at the sky, her body had only grown more curvaceous with time drawing the eye of hunters and huntresses alike. Finally was Blake, the mysterious beauty, amber eyes the glinted in the sunlight was fixated only on the book she held in her hands, the feline grace of her faunus heritage proudly demonstrated itself as she strode forward with nary a glance at any other object in the vicinity. All the girls were stunning in their own way drawing both ire and lust as they strode forward.
"What do you think we're gonna do in Goodwitch's class today?" Ruby wondered as they all strode forward.
"Most likely, continue with our combat practice sessions you dunce, it is combat class after all" The ice queen stated with a wry look of amusement towards the energetic reaper.
"I'm not too sure about that Weiss, Goodwitch did mention having an announcement at the start of class today." The ravenette added her two cents to the conversation.
"Doesn't matter to me, I'm pretty sure it'll be good which ever way today goes. Eh? Eh?" Yang stated much to the chagrin of her teamates. "Aw c'mon that was a good one!"
"No Yang, it really wasn't" Blake sighed in exasperation at the blonde.
"I won't leave you Yanging girl, it probably is gonna be a quick announcement pertaining to the upcoming festival." Came a male voice from behind them. They turned and saw team PARN making their way towards the four, with Alistair at the forefront. Alistair was a rather handsome young man with raven locks tied up into a short tail at the end and crimson eyes adorned his face like gems. He walked with a confident gait befitting a quote on quote man. Behind him were the rest of team PARN. First was Pyrrha who now strode forward with a calm gaze and sure posture. Her crimson hair done in a braid adorned with her ever famous tiara. Everybody at the beginning of Beacon knew she was beautiful, but the Amazon's now proud posture and fully developed body enhanced her looks to and almost impossible standard.
"Hello again! I agree with Alistair it most likely is going to be a short announcement and we will move on with the rest of the day like normal".
"I agree it is probably just a little thing before the start of the festival," the other ravenette of the team stated. Lie Ren, the lotus monk of team PARN had grown a bit taller not too Alistair's height, but he was taller than a majority of eight people that existed inside the group. Long black hair trailed downwards with his signature pink streak still present.
"Renny is probably right! Nothing to worry about, even if it's about the upcoming tournament we'll still crush a majority of the teams coming in!" The ginger bomber exclaimed. Nora hadn't changed much at all at the beginning of Beacon she was already the *cough* biggest out of all the girls and that fact hadn't changed one bit.
"Right, we're still gonna win this like we did last year!" Ruby cheered.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that Rubes, remember we still won the festival the year before that, we for sure won't make this easy" The second in command of team PARN teasingly stated.
"Quite right, we'll be the ones who will take victory this year Ruby" The leader of said team said with a competitive fire in her eyes.
"I dunno P-Money, we got some pretty good moves this year. You guys weren't the only ones with non-stop training."
"Quiet class is starting you dolts! Class is starting" The snow haired girl hissed out at them.
Goodwitch calmly strode into the room bringing all conversation to a halt. "Today class, we have some new students joining us. I expect you all to treat them with common courtesy and respect. Come on in gentlemen" Four males strode in and stood at the front of the arena. "Class these young men ar-"
"Professor Goodwitch, I apologize for interrupting you but, may we introduce ourselves please?" came a rather soft, but masculine voice.
"Of course," took a step to the side and the male who spoke up strode forward. He was garbed in what a hooded royal blue robe, which was currently covering his face and glittering silver armor covered his chest legs and parts of his arm. He was a tall figure approximately 6'5 with a obviously very muscular, but lithe build. Ruby likened him to the mysterious knight in some of her fairy tales with a gallant appearance, but hidden features. The only thing they could see were an angular chin and hint of blonde hair further solidifying the image of a knight. (AN: Think proto saber from the fate franchise). He strode forward with a gait befitting a king in his prime. His teammates following not to far behind him, but all eyes were currently on the mysterious figure who seemed to have stepped out of a storybook.
"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Arthur Pendragon, and I am the leader of team CHAL (chevallier). This is my partner Lancelot du Lac" He greeted in a calm and strong voice. As he gave his greeting the person just introduced took a step forward and all eyes were one him. He was garbed in white armor with gold accents covering him almost entirely save for his head once again giving the image of a Paladin, and his frame supported that broad shoulders that seemed to be able to carry the weight of the world and arms that gave him the image of being the shield that defends the weak. He was easily the tallest out of the four. The two teams eyes then trailed from his body to his face. They were greeted with a strong jaw and solemn amethyst eyes regarded all in the room with a serene gaze. Lavender locks were cut short and styled in a way reminiscent of a kind noble gentlemen enhancing his already fine features. The man simply folded his arm over his chest and gave a short bow.
"Good afternoon," He politely greeted his voice having an accent that sent pleasurable shivers down the spine of almost every female in the room. (AN: Look up Lancelot du Loc from Fate and he's in his saber state with a French accent). He then took a step back and lined up with the rest of his team.
"Next is Gawain," Another figure stepped up and they were greeted with the image of a knight in shining armor with a blue motif and wide smile. As they gave a closer look towards the man his armor was made of glittering steel with blue accents a furred blue cape adorned his body. His body was bulkier than the hooded knight, but leaner than the Paladin. He was a similar height to Arthur if only a tad taller. His face was square with platinum blond hair surrounding him in a messy, but attractive look, and his eyes were a deep sea blue that seemed to only enhance the features of his smile. He gave an earnest wave towards the student body that endeared him even further in the eyes of the entire student body.
"Hi! As the captain said my name is Gawain, and it is a pleasure to meet all of you!" Gawain exuberantly greeted. His voice warm and kind as if he was greeting an old friend. (AN: Look up Sir Gawain from the Fate franchise~!). He then repeated what Lancelot did and took a step back lining up with the other two.
"Finally this is Hector," The final figure stood forward he stood forward and their eyes drifted to the final member of the team. He was by far the leanest of the team, he wore light armor, that gleamed with a silver light over most his body, underneath that silver armor was what appeared to be a black bodysuit. He wore a grayish blue cloak that covered his right shoulder allowing giving him the image of a ranger knight. Red hair trailed down his shoulders and framed the fair features of his face. His eyes were closed in a look of serenity. He then opened his eyes as he strode forward which were lit up with a calculating gold further enhancing the image of the Ranger. He gave a calculating gaze over the entire student body sending shivers of both pleasure and anxiety as he seemed to stare into your soul.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all," he stated simply with and a rather cultured and refined accent. Still giving the calm and calculating aura he strode back to the group of four with an almost feline grace about him. (AN: Sir Tristan Fate! Don't hurt me please! I couldn't find a decent image of Sir Hector. Also he has Daniel Craig's accent, but with a tad lighter voice.) After Hector met up with his team the room burst into excited murmurings and whispers.
"OhmyOum! They all look like something out of a fairy tale!" Ruby exclaims in a surprisingly fangirl fashion.
"I'll say, I wouldn't mind getting to know tall, white and handsome much better." Yang said with an exaggerated fanning motion. Pyrrha seemed to be in deep thought as she looked at the hooded leader of team Chevallier.
"Hey P-Money, you're staring an awful lot at Leader, like what you see? I don't blame you he's got that hero vibe totally going for him. I do wonder what's underneath that hood though, from what we got a glimpse of he's probably just as good looking as the rest of them." Pyrrha turned red and spouted denials.
"N-no I just thought he seemed familiar somehow, I just got that feeling that we've seen him somewhere before".
"I don't think so Pyrrha I'm pretty sure if we ever met someone like him," Ren stated calmly, never looking away from what Nora was doing in a an attempt of keeping her from causing any destruction.
"Renny's right Pyrrha! I'd for sure know if we've ever met someone like him!"
"She's right, Pyrrha we'd for sure remember if we ever met anyone like him" The crimson eyed ravenette stated. As soon as he finished that statement Goodwitch finally got the class into order
"Enough fooling around, class can finally begin. Since team Chevallier is new to Beacon who would like to face them?" She looked around and saw the hands of Team Cardinal raised "Right, team CRDL make your way to the lockers to change and grab your gear" the team in question moved quickly down to the changing rooms to get their gear she then turned to team CHAL and asked them "You have your weapons right?"
"Yes Ma'am" the hooded male stated simply as the team quickly stood in the arena awaiting team CRDL. The team in question quickly strode out in their armor and weapons and got into their ready stances.
"Are you all ready?" She inquired seeing affirmatives from both sides "Good, we use normal tournament rules. Ready? Begin!"