Beacon Academy.
It is one of the many schools dedicated to the purpose of training and supplying the next generation of young men and women to be Huntsman and Huntresses. To ensure that the future guardians of the world are only the most efficient, wise, and capable saviors to be made. To fight off the monstrous shadows known as Grimm, who constantly roam the wild and threaten all life, and to destroy them without hesitation.
But most of all, to protect and serve the everyday person, so that they may live in peace and happiness.
Jaune would be lying if he said that being a Huntsman never occurred to him. When he was younger, he had thought about applying to one of the local schools near the Arc family, and eventually working his way to Beacon. It had seemed ideal at the time; a profession that not only allowed him to help, but he could assist in so many ways.
Then, he participated in his first tournament. Though he never won, the thrill of battle had called to him, and he spent every any available time he had training and participating in more tournaments. Even going so far as to go overseas to enter, if any out of country tournaments caught his ear.
Eventually, this overtook his original idea of becoming a Huntsman. Of course, he had thought of being both a student and a competitor, but he felt that he was already busy enough as he was, now that he was also a celebrity and an unofficial member of the police. Becoming a Huntsman had soon found itself in the back of his mind.
But now that he stood in front of the grand school, the great towers and monumental buildings laid before him, he could not help but remember that old dream of his.
"So this is Beacon…" Jaune let the wonder bleed into his voice as he observed the would have been place of his academia. Truly, the photos on the internet and media could not do this place justice.
It was about around ten days or so that he had received the call from Ozpin, asking for a meeting between the two of them. Time had passed by relatively without incident, and he went about his daily routine as it was. Though he did have to announce that he would be unavailable in the near future, not giving specific details.
And so, with a quick use of his Semblance, he booked flight to Beacon Academy and was so far unnoticed.
It was a simple application really, one of the more basic ones he had in his collection. It didn't make him invisible or change his appearance, but it did make it so that anyone who looked at him didn't spare him a second glance. As if his appearance isn't completely registering in their mind. Jaune learned, it was very useful when he needed to be discreet.
Truly, he was blessed with a wonderful Semblance.
Nearby, a few academy hopefuls walked passed him.
"Hey, doesn't that guy seem familiar?"
"Huh? Him? Now that you mention it, I think I've seen him somewhere before…"
Jaune began to pick up his pace, but did so in a way that gave no indication that he did so because he heard. Of course, if someone focused enough, they could discern his true appearance, and that would be unfortunate.
Regardless.
He took the ten days to learn all he could about Beacon Academy. The current staff, the curriculum, the activities, but most importantly the locations and offices that was this maze of a school.
If he was right, then he would need to go to the main hall and make his way towards the tallest tower in Beacon. That was where Ozpin should be.
If things go without further incident, he should have that meeting done by the end of today.
BOOM!
Jaune jumped at the sound of the explosion, and quickly turned to find the source. In the distance, he saw a black cloud of smoke, before it began to clear up. He saw a girl in white, frozen and covered in a thin layer of ash, and opposite of her was a girl in red.
Wait, were those two who he thought they were?
Jaune lightly jogged over to them and soon he could hear bits of conversation.
"...This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!" It seemed the girl in white was furious. Though, Jaune thought anyone would be if they suddenly exploded.
"I'm really, really sorry," the girl in red, who Jaune now recognized as the girl in red that night. She tried to apologize, but it didn't seem like it was doing much.
He had better step in.
"Excuse me!" Jaune called out to them, and they both turned to look at him. "I heard an explosion. Is everything alright over here?"
"This little girl just knocked over my suitcase and spilled Dust everywhere!" The girl in white revealed the cause of her distress. Jaune looked behind her, and sure enough there was a white suitcase filled with a rather hefty amount of Dust vials. Which were currently scattered across the stone pavement.
"It was an accident!" Ruby persisted. "Some Dust got caught in my nose and I just sneezed and it exploded everywhere!"
"Aren't you a little young to be here anyways?" The girl in white turned back to her younger. "This isn't your ordinary combat school. We're here to train so we can fight monsters, and not babysit little kids, so watch where you're going!"
Ruby's patience had finally hit its limit. "Hey! I said I was sorry, princess!" Ruby finally bit back.
"It's heiress actually."
The three of them looked over to the new voice.
Her eyes were a vibrant color of amber. She wore a black corset over her white blouse, and wore black boots that clacked across the stone. On her back seemed to be a sheath that also acted as a blade, containing another weapon, Jaune was sure. On her head was neat, black bow.
She was holding vial of red Dust.
"Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. One of, if not the most largest producers of energy propellent and Dust suppliers in the world."
The girl in white, Weiss, seemed pleased that someone recognized her.
"Finally, some recognition-"
"The same company that has a known history of controversial labor forces, along with questionable business partners."
...And Jaune took that as his sign to step in.
"Okay, okay," Jaune tried to pacify everyone. "Let's not fight."
Jaune brought his hand up, before making a snap. The scattered Dust vials that littered the ground soon clattered and made its way to him, before finding themselves in the suitcase they were once inside. The case itself closed shut and with a series of zips and clicks, it was fastened shut.
Jaune walked over to the girl in black, and held out a hand, asking for the vial without words. The girl raised an eyebrow, but gently handed him the vial anyways. With a nod of appreciation, Jaune turned to Weiss, and held it out for her.
"I'm sure that it was an accident, and that no meant to offend anyone." Jaune tried to amend the situation. "It's only the first day, so let's just try to get along with each other. Please?"
Weiss merely gave him a look, something that Jaune couldn't exactly make out. He was a bit worried that she was going to start yelling at him for telling her what to do, before she let out a frustrated sigh. She took the Dust vial before huffing and trudging off to the main hall.
"Well," Jaune said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "That could have gone better. But it certainly wasn't the worst."
"Looks like I'm not the only one having a rough first day…" Ruby muttered. "So, what's your-" Ruby turned to the girl in black, only to find her walking off in another direction.
…
The young reaper turned to the only person available. Their eyes met, silver and sky, and Jaune thought that if he walked away right now, there was a very small possibility that she might actually cry.
Deep down, Jaune was tempted to do so, as a messed up part of him thought it would be funny.
He smiled and extended a hand to her. "Talk about a first day, huh?"
And with that, Ruby Rose's day was slightly better.
Jaune had wanted to meet Ozpin and see what he wanted to talk about, but considering the current circumstances, he supposed he could take make some time for his new friend in red. They picked a direction and began to walk, not particularly going anywhere.
"...I was abandoned by my own sister." Ruby lamented as she recalled in her words the series of events that lead to the earlier incident. "Then I tripped over her luggage and then she started waving a vial of Dust in my face, some got out, and I just sneezed!"
"Well," Jaune wasn't exactly sure how to comfort someone on that. "At least you've made quite an impression on her. I doubt she'll be forgetting this anytime soon."
"Hah…" Ruby let out a despondent sigh. "I'm never gonna make friends at this rate."
"There, there," Jaune gently patted her back.
Jaune could understand Ruby's plight. He knew what it was like when he first came to media attention, and how difficult it was for anyone to recognize him, thus making it difficult to make real, defined bonds.
Though Ruby was a tough girl, he was certain of that. If he learned anything that night, she was passionate and earnest, along with being truthful to herself.
"So…" Ruby said after a brief silence. "I never really got your name. I'm Ruby Rose." She introduced herself to him, as if this was the first time they met.
Ah, that's right. His Semblance was still in effect.
"I know," Jaune said. "We've met before."
Before Ruby could ask what he meant by that, Jaune released his hold over his Semblance, letting the effect fade into nothingness. His real appearance was now laid bare for the reaper to see.
"Wait…" Ruby leaned in closer as the effect revealed the truth. Her eyes widened. "You're the guy who was in the store that night! Jaune Arc!"
Jaune chuckled. "Jaune Arc; The Magician of Vale and Eternal Second Placer, at your humble services." He spread his arms in a playfully mocking fashion, as if he was a grand being. "Finally recognize me, do you?"
Jaune had expected Ruby to be amazed or at the very least surprised by his appearance.
Ruby rubbed the back of her neck, a nervous and strange smile on her face. "Uh… who?"
That was something that Jaune had not considered.
"...Do you… really not know who I am?" Jaune put his arms down after feeling the loss of momentum, and also after feeling a bit like an idiot.
"Should I?"
"...No, forget it. It's not that important."
"Are you sure? You can still tell me."
"No, no," Jaune insisted, though his put out tone said otherwise. "It's fine. The mood's been ruined."
"I mean I can look you up on my scroll."
"Forget about it."
And with that, Jaune's attempt at trying to impress Ruby had come to an end.
They walked again, but this time a heavy and awkward silence overtook them. Every step felt forced and Jaune walked a bit stiff. Ruby couldn't help but feel responsible about all of this.
Ruby decided that she had to engage in another subject.
"So… I got this thing."
Ruby unfurled her weapon, Crescent Rose, with a symphony of clicks. The crimson red scythe was in her hands for her new friend to see.
"A scythe, huh?" Jaune observed. He had seen her fight with it that night, but it was still strange seeing how someone so small could handle weapon that required heavy swinging.
Then again, Aura worked in mysterious ways.
"It's also a customizable, high impact sniper rifle." Ruby elaborated further, explaining the gun mechanics of her beloved weapon.
"Impressive," Jaune praised. He had known about the Hunters' general tendency to combine weapons like this, but it was still a bit amazing to see it in action.
"Yup! So…" Ruby trailed off, but Jaune had a feeling that he already knew what she was going to ask. "What do you have?"
Jaune brought a hand to his chin, trying to explain his Semblance without making it overly complicated.
"I don't really have a weapon. I mostly use my Semblance," Jaune gave out. "But I can make weapons from my Semblance."
The girl in red gasped. "Your Semblance let's you make weapons?" Ruby asked excitedly. As a weapon fanatic, it was only natural.
Jaune was quick to dash that line of thinking. "It can, but that's not the only thing it can do." Jaune said. "How do I put this?"
Jaune thought about his next words carefully.
"In essence, my Semblance allows me to convert my Aura into pure potential, turning it into a… concept that I can control and do whatever I want with. And with that concept I can form it into an… event that affects the world." Jaune tried his best to explain. "Does that make any sense?"
Jaune watched as the girl made a face and tilted her head, visibly confused. "Uh… sort of?"
Jaune sighed. "Yeah, I figured as much. Sorry I can't really explain it better, that's my fault. It's because of its odd nature that I call it Magic."
That was the chosen name that Jaune had labeled it, and stayed with ever since the discovery. He wasn't wrong with the name, if anything it was accurate. Given what he could do, what else could he call it but Magic?
"Magic?" Ruby asked, skeptical but also letting the wonder in her voice. "As in like, wizard Magic?"
Jaune decided at that moment to give an example. He held it hand out towards her, and called upon his Semblance.
At that moment, he felt that familiar yet strange feeling deep within him.
He felt his Aura shift and change, the strength and light of his soul turning into something else. Something borderline physical, yet at the same time abstract and without form. And it was from within his mind that a shape, an idea was molded.
From Jaune's hand, a small knife was produced. It's double bladed form glowed in the sun and from Jaune's Aura. He held it out for her to see.
"As in actual wizard Magic."
Ruby let out a sound of astonishment as she watched Jaune spin the small blade deftly in his hand. With one final flip, he caught the knife by the hilt, and decided that was enough. He casted the thought away from his mind, sending the idea back to the infinite collection of thoughts inside his head. The knife soon dissipated in a small glimmer of light, particles flying before vanishing.
"Due to the nature of my Semblance, being so versatile, I need to name each separate event, or spell, that I create. I call this one [Construction]. Earlier, you saw me use [Force] to pick up the vials on the ground. And even earlier, I used a spell called [Anonymity] that makes it difficult for people to recognize me, which is why those two didn't know who I was," Jaune explained the nature of the spells he had used so far. "Of course, I have others that I'd be more than happy to show you at another time."
"You're a wizard," Ruby stated, amazed and stunned. "My first friend at Beacon is an actual wizard."
Jaune smiled. "Personally I prefer Magician, but Wizard is just as fine."
They got to the main hall just in time. Ozpin had yet to deliver his welcoming address, and it was then that Ruby decided to part ways with him to find her sister. She insisted that they would get to know more about each other while they were at Beacon.
Ah, he had neglected to tell her that he wasn't really attending as a student, just that Ozpin wanted to talk with him about something. Of what, he still wasn't sure. It was a bit of an oversight on his part, something so important. He should have probably called back and ask Ozpin for more information, but he had been busy those days.
Besides, it wasn't really that big of a deal. Sure it was Ozpin, the headmaster of the most famous academy in the world, but at the end of the day, it was just a meeting with two people. If Ozpin wanted to talk, they would talk.
Still, he had no idea how he was going to contact Ruby. They haven't even exchanged scroll information. He was going to have to make that up.
Jaune let out a sigh. He was going to have to deal with that later.
With another use of [Anonymity], Jaune took a place among the sea of Beacon hopefuls, and stood there. It was unfortunate that there were no seats, but while there was a majority of students there was still room enough to not bump into anyone.
Now all he had to do was wait. Though, he wished that he had someone to talk to, already finding himself with nothing to really do, now that Ruby had left him.
Truly, nothing to do but wait.
"I'm sorry, but is this spot taken?" Jaune heard a voice call out from behind him. It was a woman's voice, of that he was certain. Strange, it seemed familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it.
He also didn't know why he felt this itching in his chest. Why was he getting irritated?
He noticed that some people were walking away from him, eyes wide with astonishment and hushed whispers.
"No, not at all," Jaune answered, ignoring the small heat in his chest. He had yet to actually turn and face the voice. "By all means, it's yours."
He finally did turn, and took in who it was that asked.
She was almost as tall as him. It was rare for Jaune to meet someone's face without having to angle his neck. She wore a leather corset above her red skirt, and her maroon gloves were protected by a leather guard on her arms. Her legs were covered by a gold like metal, bronze perhaps, that matched the crown like band on her head. On her back was a shield of the same material, and on her side-waist was a sheathed blade.
Most striking of all her features, was the emerald eyes and deep, fiery hair.
Pyrrha Nikos.
The four time champion of Mistral. The young woman who made her way into the competitive world at the young age of 13, just as him. Yet she was the only one who managed to win, and make a name for herself.
The same Pyrrha Nikos that triumphed over him so many times. The champion, to his second best.
Now, he could understand that irritation.
"I see." She flashed him a grateful smile, something that Jaune wished he could return. "Thank you. I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience." She apologized again.
"No, not at all," Jaune said with a forced politeness, something that he hated. It was childish to have any animosity towards such a friendly and kind person, but there was nowhere else for this… thing in his heart to go. He tried not to let the irritation show on his face, or the envy. He looked away from the champion, the winner, and instead focused on the podium, waiting for Ozpin to hurry up.
Unfortunately, Jaune began to reminisce.
He was fourteen, and she was thirteen.
This was her first time competing in a major tournament, but not his. He had already been in many others, and had much more experience than her, both in combat and strategy.
And yet, he was reduced to this.
His breath came out ragged, his body desperately trying to get whatever air it could. Sweat dripped from his hair and face, dropping messily on the white, stadium floor. His arms shook as they tried to stop him from collapsing, him being on all fours.
The buzzer rang.
"Ladies and gentleman, there you have it! The challenger, Jaune Arc, has reached below 10% Aura! The match goes to Pyrrha Nikos, our new Champion!"
He could feel the shaking from the ground as the people cheered for their representative, their new champion. He could only stare at the ground, defeated. Then, with some effort, he managed to look up.
She breathed heavily as well, but Jaune knew that she could go one, maybe even three more rounds. Even with his large Aura, even with his Magic, he had wasted too much, and was assured of his victory too much. Because his Semblance used up so much Aura, he had no choice but to face defeat.
…
No, that wasn't it at all.
Truth was, she was just better than him. That was all there was to it. He looked past her, and turned his gaze to the giant monitor that displayed their Aura, for all to see.
Jaune Arc: 9%
Pyrrha Nikos 40%
He bit his lip at the gap between the two of them, before looking back down at the floor, unable to witness his shameful display.
Then he heard the loud clacking of metal. It grew in volume until it stopped just before him. He looked up again, and saw his opponent, this young girl, stand before him.
She sheathed her weapon, before offering him a hand to help him up. A small, tired, but genuine smile on her face.
A smile of pity. A smile of condescension. He couldn't tell.
That smile. That… smile.
"I'm sorry."
Jaune knew that it was an attempt at comforting him. Not as a sign of pity, but that he did his best, and that he had no reason to be ashamed.
And yet…
In that moment he wanted nothing but to take his fist and…
Jaune shook his head, shutting down and stomping away at his dark thoughts.
It was not the first time that they had done combat. After her first victory, Jaune came back year after year after year. He trained and learned every time, each defeat he turned into motivation.
The result had not changed.
It's in the past, he's over it now. It's in the past, he's over it now.
His hands were behind his back, gripping each other a bit tight. He was breathing in a steady fashion, his mind still at war with his darker feelings.
Unfortunately, his breathing and posture was very noticeable.
"Excuse me." Pyrrha was not helping as she voiced her concern for him. "Are you alright? You look a bit… red."
Jaune was now aware of the redness in his face and neck. The subsequent embarrassment mixed with his unjustified hostility.
"I'm fine," he assured when he was, in fact, not fine. He spoke stiffly and clipped. "Just… really hoping that Ozpin can deliver his speech. I… have things to do. Don't worry about it."
He ended his sentence a bit harshly, and Jaune wished he could take it back.
Thankfully, his plight was answered.
The feedback from the microphone echoed over the hall, silencing all of the chattering students. Ozpin was ready to deliver his address.
Jaune, along with everyone, took their attention to the headmaster. He was thankful he had something to focus on other than the internal dilemma right now.
"I'll keep this brief." Ozpin began.
"You have travelled far and wide, learned in the ways of combat and strategy, either by experience or by instruction. To further your growth, you have decided to come here, to this Beacon Academy. You have come here in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, by those who have come before you. And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate you life to the protection of the people."
Ozpin let his aged eyes loom over the crowd. Jaune couldn't help but feel that he was being tested. Of what, he had no idea.
"But I look amongst you… and all I see is wasted energy. In need of purpose, direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, that by merely learning what is to be taught, you may overcome this. You will learn that knowledge can only carry you so far. While we at Beacon are here to facilitate your growth and development, you must also push yourself to go beyond your own boundaries and limits. To see for yourself, the possibilities that lie before you. It is up to you to take the first step."
Ozpin stepped to the side, and let the woman who stood next to him take the stage. She was quite attractive, if Jaune had to admit. Mature, yet had an energy he couldn't quite place. Her white blouse was covered by her black corset and skirt, her boots and cape were the same color. Her vibrant green eyes lied behind glasses, and her bright, blonde hair was tied up neatly.
"In ten minutes, all of you will receive a room number on your scrolls. Rest assured, your luggage and belongings have already been delivered. Dinner will be served at 8 P.M. tonight, and all of you will be in your own rooms by 10 P.M. Your initiation begins tomorrow, and it is within your best interest that you rest well. Until then, you are free to explore the campus. That is all, dismissed."
The woman soon followed after her headmaster, and walked off the stage. Soon, the students began to chatter amongst themselves.
Jaune, on the other hand, had other things in mind.
He left the main hall rather hastily. To meet with Ozpin, and to get away from his troubles.
As he left, he didn't notice emerald eyes following him, confused and concerned.
As it turned out, he didn't need to spend much time searching for Ozpin, considering the woman from earlier had been sent to fetch him. Jaune later learned that this woman was Glynda Goodwitch; Ozpin's aide and combat instructor for the students, among other things.
She had found him rather quickly and introduced herself, before requesting him to follow after her. After a few minutes of walking, they were patiently waiting inside the elevator to the top of Beacon's tallest tower.
"It's important to know that the Headmaster can come off a bit strange at times," she told him. "I humbly ask that you simply go along with his quirks. The whole situation will proceed much faster."
"I'll keep that in mind." Jaune gave a nod in appreciation, despite having no idea what she actually meant.
The metal doors opened, and they had reached Ozpin's office. It was a wide, spacious room of an elegant and intricate design. Ozpin's desk was at the center, and the glass windows gave the occupants a complete view of Beacon campus, along with the distant city of Vale.
The Headmaster himself was sitting in his chair, behind the desk. "Good morning Mister Arc," he greeted. There was a aged, but kind smile on his face. That is to say, he was not old, but rather experienced and learned. "It's good to finally meet you."
Jaune and Goodwitch walked forward, approaching the Headmaster with a steady pace. "It's good to meet you as well, Headmaster." Jaune went for a handshake, which Ozpin accepted. His hand was solid, yet at the same time delicate and gentle. "It's an honor to meet you sir."
"Please, no need for formalities," Ozpin insisted. "After all, you are not a student here at Beacon, so there is no need for titles. Simply Ozpin will do."
Jaune would have said something, but was reminded of what Goodwitch had said earlier. "If that is what you insist, Ozpin."
"Indeed," Ozpin smiled as the both of them took their seats. Jaune in one of the guest chairs and Ozpin in his own. Goodwitch stood diligently by her superior's side, while looking over the large, black scroll in her hands.
"So," Jaune began. "Now that we're here, can you finally tell me what exactly what it is you wanted to talk about?"
Jaune didn't see himself being, rude. Rather, he simply believed that all things should be addressed quickly and efficiently.
Ozpin leaned back in his chair, his elbows resting on the sides as the hands interlocked with each other. He gave Jaune a considerate, analytical look that held a meaning. It made him uncomfortable, to be honest. Then Ozpin spoke.
"I'll get straight to the point." He said. "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, I'd like for you to become a student here at Beacon Academy."
…
A silence overtook the room.
Jaune opened his mouth to say something, before closing it again realizing he actually had nothing to say. He looked over at Goodwitch, who merely rolled her eyes and sighed at the actions of her Headmaster, but didn't object. As if this was something she was used to, meaning this was something Ozpin had done before.
Finally, Jaune managed to recover his wits, if only a minimum.
"That's… definitely straight to the point."
"Forgive me if I seem too encroaching or direct, but I believe that there are things that need to be addressed quickly and efficiently." Ozpin excused himself. "And you were the one who asked, after all."
"Yeah," Jaune said, his voice a bit… He wasn't drained of energy per say. But it was most definitely off. "I guess I did."
Jaune leaned back in his chair, the soft cushions enveloping his body, which he felt was now incredibly small, and it seemed like the room had gotten bigger as well.
"You… you want me to become a student here?" He asked again, making sure that he had heard right.
Ozpin smiled. "You seem surprised that I would ask. Surely someone of your talents and standing could be able to make the standards and criteria that Beacon assesses from its students."
"I appreciate that you think highly of me, but personally I don't think my capability is the issue here," Jaune returned. "This is," Jaune swept a hand through his golden hair, an attempt at making sense of things. "How do I even begin?"
"Please take your time." Jaune heard Goodwitch say, exasperated. "I apologize for the Headmaster's seemingly out of nowhere offer, but please know that he wouldn't do this sort of thing without proper reasons."
She gave a look at her superior. "Isn't that right, Headmaster?"
For some reason, it seemed more like an order than it did a question.
Ozpin merely gave a small chuckle. "Of course, Glynda. I know I come off as eccentric at times, but when have I ever been the unreasonable sort?"
The blonde professor merely raised a brow, and seemed almost, almost, tempted to say something. But she did not. Still, the message was already sent.
"It's nice to know that you have so much faith in me," Ozpin said. He took a sip from his mug.
"You're saying," Jaune began after regaining his wits. "You would offer me, a person who has never attended a Hunter school, without any credit or transcripts whatsoever, a place at the prestigious Beacon Academy, on the day before initiation?"
Ozpin just chuckled again. "Jaune, allow me be frank with you. This is not the strangest thing I have done. Miss Goodwitch can attest to that."
The mentioned woman werely crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "...And it sure won't be the last," she muttered under her breath. If Ozpin heard, he gave no indication.
"But as Miss Goodwitch said earlier, I would not offer such a thing so lightly or without regarding the person considered. I have seen your fights, your matches against the many, many opponents over the last five years, and I am nothing but impressed." Ozpin praised. "I truly believe that your skills can be further honed here at this academy, into something greater."
"And of my transcripts? Or rather, lack of?" Jaune asked.
Ozpin waved off his worry quickly. "It's not something too complicated. Here at Beacon, given the time and resources, the staff are capable of analyzing and recording the strengths and information of a potential applicant to an exceedingly accurate degree. At the latest, we can produce a complete form within the day, and at the earliest, by the end of an hour."
"That's… quick."
"Indeed." Ozpin took another sip. "Though it certainly helps that I've already finished your transcripts over the last few days."
Ozpin put down his mug and reached into one of his drawers. A swift motion and he brought Jaune's transcripts and held it out before him.
Jaune stared blankly at the hand, before he took the papers and looked them over. Then he flipped to the next page. Then the next.
"I'm not gonna lie," Jaune said, both astonished and fearful for his life. "This is very strange, and I am a little afraid right now."
"But you must admit, it is accurate." Ozpin defended.
Accurate couldn't even begin to describe it.
The very first page alone detailed Jaune's typical form of combat. What weapons he creates most often, the average amount of spells and when he would use them, how offensive and defensive he was, how skilled he was at using Dust and how much he held on average.
The list just went on from there.
"Well yeah it is," Jaune admitted the fine handiwork and research that was made into this. "But did you really have to include my grocery list and when I usually go to sleep?"
"All information is viable," Ozpin said. Jaune could make out a small tugging at the corners of his lips that might have been mischief.
Of course. How foolish of him to ask.
Jaune sighed and put the papers in a neat stack on Ozpin's desk. "This is a lot to take in right now. To be honest, I'm not even sure if I even have the time to be a student here."
"Ah yes. Despite being so young, you are a rather socially active person aren't you." Ozpin made for another drawer, separate from the one that held the transcripts earlier. Another bunch of papers were produced.
"Donating to charity, cleaning up local parks, refurbishing abandoned communities, assisting the wounded at hospitals, even attending social gatherings and birthday parties." Ozpin listed. "And of course your tournament lifestyle and affiliation with the Vale Police Force, among other things."
"Exactly," Jaune said, suspending his feelings of apprehension at the fact that Ozpin not only made transcripts of him, but recorded his daily life. "With so many things, I just don't think I can make time."
Ozpin put the papers back in the drawer before giving Jaune a small smile. "True, you do live an eventful life. But humour me for a moment." Ozpin requested. "All of these things I hear, it is about how you merely don't have the time for these studies, and in essence, how you can't be a Huntsman. But tell me Jaune..."
Ozpin leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk. His hands supported his chin as his old amber eyes stared at the Jaune's sky blue ones.
"...Do you want to be a Huntsman?"
Jaune opened his mouth to answer, only to find no words coming forth. He closed his mouth and bit his lip, feeling the bone on his flesh. Not hard enough to draw blood of course, but to make sure he didn't say anything unnecessary.
There was a time that being a Huntsman seemed like a possibility. Something that he could grab unto and make a future out of, protecting the people and being a symbol of strength and unity.
There was a time that he truly wanted to be a Huntsman.
But so many things had happened before. His first tournament, despite not having won a victory, filled him with something he couldn't describe. All he could think about after was training himself for the next one. Soon it became routine, and being a Huntsman suddenly became a secondary thing.
Then the years passed by and he eventually managed to live on his own in Vale. He worked his efforts with the police, and he found himself doing some good in the city. Then it went to helping others with their daily lives, no matter how small it was. It helped that he could always send the extra money to the Arc family, for everything they did for him.
And so it was that becoming a Huntsman was completely sent to the back of his mind.
But now? After having Ozpin himself give him an opportunity to live out his old dream?
If he could join Beacon, use the resources they would offer him to train and better himself, he could possibly attain new heights that he never knew he had. He could become stronger, and become more than just the friendly teenager with a knack for helping others.
If he became a student, he might actually have the strength to win a tournament.
But… would that be fine?
Somethings would have to change. He would have to cut time to make room for Beacon.
Taking care of the people with their troubles. Assisting the police with their investigations and workings. The meetings with his fans and supporters that always livened his day.
And of course, going to Beacon meant going to the same academy as Pyrrha Nikos. Something that he still had no idea how to come to terms with. That is, if he accepted.
Ozpin saw his hesitation.
"Permit me to make a suggestion." Ozpin began. "This may sound selfish, but I would ask that you grant me one more request."
Jaune said nothing, but nodded, giving Ozpin the room to speak.
"I am more than understanding if you don't want to become a Huntsman," Ozpin began. "But I still stand by what I said earlier; that you can become something great if you were a student here. And we at Beacon would be glad to have you. So how about a… trial of sorts."
Jaune raised a brow. "A trial?"
"The initiation," Ozpin clarified. "If you would be so kind as to take part in it tomorrow, and complete it, that is all I would ask. As I said, Beacon's duty is to help its students down their own roads, but there are times that you must face adversity to grow. Many students have fought against and slain many Grimm, and doing so has caused them to gain the experience and strategy needed to sharpen their bodies and minds. Tell me Jaune, have you killed Grimm before?"
"Occasionally. But I admit, it's not that high," Jaune admitted. He had only slain Grimm because he was curious on how well he could handle them. Seeing his experience with human and faunus opponents, he wondered how he would fare against such monsters.
"Then that is all," Ozpin said. "Going through with the initiation might give you the experience and challenge that you need. But keep in mind, this is all a request. You don't have to go through with it if you don't want to. And if you do complete the initiation, but still have no desire to become a Huntsman, you are free to decline."
"So in summary; You would ask that I go through with the initiation, complete it, and make my decision to become a Huntsman afterwards?"
"Correct," Ozpin confirmed. "That is the request that I ask of you. Of course, if you accept it that is."
Jaune was silent, taking in the offer as it was presented.
It was a generous request, if he had to be honest. Going through with the initiation would allow him to see if he could truly gain experience, and if he didn't he could politely decline.
And… if he went through with this, he might be able to feel if he still had the drive of becoming a Huntsman.
And if he didn't, then that would be his answer. Simplicity in itself.
Having made up his mind, Jaune answered the Headmaster.
"Okay. I'll take part in the initiation tomorrow."
"Thank you Jaune," Ozpin said gratefully. "I assure you, even if you decide not to become a Huntsman, this will provide you the challenge you need."
And with that, the Magician and the Headmaster shook hands.
Jaune learned soon enough that when Ozpin said they provide for the students, he was not kidding.
After receiving an student exclusive application on his scroll and designated room number from Miss Goodwitch, he had made to his temporary dorm for a moment of rest and quiet.
He just did not expect it to be so… extra.
The living room was generous, and had a couch large enough for four people, along with end tables, a coffee table, and even a modern Television set. Over 1,000 channels if Jaune believed what he was told. A sliding door lead to a balcony, and since he was on the upper floors of the dorm rooms, he had a lofty view of Beacon grounds, along with the distant view of Vale in the distance.
The kitchen connected to the living room and had all the modern appliances needed for cooking. All of which were up to date, and Jaune even had some of the models back home in Vale.
The bedroom had a queen sized bed, and even had a desk nearby for studying. A closet, large enough to walk in, could easily be filled with all of the clothes Jaune had back home, though to be fair he was a minimalist sort of person.
And the bathroom?
Dark granite tiles decorated the floor and walls, and the sink was of a peerless white. The shower itself had a small dial with a digital control, so that anyone could set how they wanted the water to fall, and how hot or cold it could be. There was even a stool so one could sit down. The bathtub nearby also had similar features.
And every student had access to this.
He knew Beacon was one of, if not the most elite academy for training future Hunters. He knew that many people paid a generous amount of Lien for the continued safety of the populace and peace that they now lived in.
But this?
This by far beat the apartment room that he lived in during his first two years when he moved to Vale.
The sun had begun to set, the sky was a red and orange and yellow, burned and warm, entering the bedroom through the window. Jaune himself laid down on the bed, his boots kicked off and without his coat. He would have called it a day, if not for the fact that he still had not eaten dinner yet, and it was to be served in two hours.
So he was just content, lying on the soft bed and sheets until the time came, letting the fatigue of the day wash over him.
He was actually here. At Beacon Academy.
…
Jaune brought out the scroll inside his pocket and opened up. From there, he opened up his list of contacts. He looked through them, before his eyes landed on the one he intended to call.
Mister Arc.
With one last push of his thumb, the call started. He put the scroll near his ear.
Ring… ring… ring…
There was only the dial that he heard. For a moment, it seemed like the call wouldn't pick up.
Ring… ring… ring… click.
The scroll was answered.
"Hey Jaune," he heard over the line. The voice was older, deeper, and filled Jaune with a sense of familiarity and warmth. "Sorry. I'm a bit busy right now."
"Is it important?" Jaune asked. He would feel guilty if he intruded on something important. "I can call back later if you want me to."
"Don't worry about." The older Arc assured, not at all bothered. "Family always has time for each other."
"Alright then," Jaune accepted. It was a bit selfish of him, but he needed someone to talk to. "If you're sure."
"Trust me Jaune, I'm very sure. Now what's this all about?"
Jaune bit his lip, and decided to just get straight to the point. "Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon offered me a chance to become a student at his academy."
The line was silent for a moment.
"...Are you serious?" He heard Mister Arc ask incredulously, but he could also tell that there was a bubbling excitement. "Ha, ha, that's great! I knew you had it in you! Congratulations!"
Jaune grimaced at that. "That's… actually what I wanted to talk to you about." Jaune sighed as he revealed his troubles. "I… don't know if I should actually attend Beacon."
"...I don't understand," Mister Arc said over the line, his voice now taking a confused, but somber tone. "I thought being a Huntsman was always something you wanted to do?"
"I know," Jaune said. "I mean, it was. But I don't really know now. I just… I need someone to talk to before I make this decision."
Jaune heard the crunching and creasing of fabric. He guessed that it was the older Arc taking a seat in his favorite chair within the Arc house. "Well… what's the problem?" His voice held a concern for his adopted son, but was ready to offer any advice he could.
Jaune considered how to properly word his thoughts, his feelings and his troubles.
"For the last five years, I've been in every tournament I could be in," The Magician began. "I've spent every hour of everyday training and learning, trying to understand what I'm doing wrong and how to win."
"And we're all proud of you Jaune," he heard Mister Arc over the scroll. "It doesn't matter to any of us if you win or lose. You'll always be with the family."
"And I appreciate it. I really do. And ever since I moved to Vale two years ago, I just find that my days have gotten even busier. Training, charity events, helping people on the streets, working with the police. I just feel that now I have something routine, something that I can work with. Eventually… being a Huntsman just got out of my head."
"Son…" he heard Mister Arc say softly. He was proud of his boy, but he was still just a teenager.
"Then one day Ozpin decided to call me, saying that he wanted to talk to me about something. Then it turned out that he wanted to offer me a chance to become a student. And… Before this I had a life that I could live out daily and I could enjoy. But now there's a chance for me to live out an old dream that I never thought I could and I just… I just don't think I still have the heart to do it anymore. I don't want to let anyone down because of my decision."
There was a long silence on the line. Jaune waited for what the older Arc had to say, the glow from the window getting darker as the sun fell beneath the horizon. At last, he heard a long sigh.
"Jaune, I can't tell you how to live your life. You're my son, and you always will be, but your life is yours to live. But I can tell you this. I never once regretted bringing you into the family all those years ago. I watched you grow from that rough around the edges kid to a fine, selfless young man that I'm so proud of. Your heart is something that your mother and I are proud of, but you need to know this: It's fine to want others to be happy but you have the right to be happy too."
This was his son's problem. After living such a crime filled life before, he wanted to become someone who could give instead of take. To be the one on the stage, showing everyone his strength and putting on a show for his fans. To say that even someone like could be a good man.
But he was still a teenager. He had his own life to live.
"If being a Huntsman is something that you want to be, than you need to go out there and chase it. If it's not, then it's fine to leave it be. But no matter what, you should think about your own feelings instead of whether or not they'll make others happy or satisfied. You have a right to be happy just like everyone else."
Jaune was his son. He had watched the troubled youth from five years ago become this strong, independent man who cared so much for others. He deserved the right to make his own decision.
"No matter what choice you make, I know that you'll do yourself right. You're an Arc, and you're my son."
…
Silence overtook the line.
"Jaune?"
"Thanks," Jaune said quietly, after moments of nothing. "I… think I know what to do now."
"...I see," he responded back simply, but their was relief and a smile in his voice. "I'm glad I could help, Jaune."
"You did. You really did. Tell everyone I called?"
"Of course. Goodnight Jaune."
And with that, the father ended the call with his son.
Jaune pocketed the scroll and sat up from his bed, before swinging his legs off to the side and stood up.
He was right.
Jaune had been so focused on how his possible choice of becoming a Huntsman might hinder his daily life, one that revolved around others. So worried about what people might think of his choice that he didn't know what he actually wanted.
Do I want to be a Huntsman?
Truth be told, he still did not have the answer. Yet his head felt clear, and the doubt in his heart had eased, if only a little. Regardless of whatever came next, he would find his answer.
With that resolved, Jaune walked into the living room, before exiting his temporary dorm and made his way to the cafeteria.
First, he could have some dinner.
Jaune walked down the empty halls, void of anyone, as most had gone into the cafeteria in advance. His boots echoed with every step as he made his march down as well.
At least, it should have been empty. Fate had a strange way of working sometimes.
"Jaune!"
The young Magician stopped in his stride. He recognized the voice and turned around. Sure enough, it was his newly acquired reaper in red friend.
Ruby had sped over to him before stopping right on front of his face, her boots almost stepping on his own. Jaune did not flinch or back away. A scent of roses filled the air.
"Hey Ruby," Jaune greeted with a smile.
"I've been looking all over for you," Ruby said. "Where have you been all this time?"
"I was resting up in my dorm room. I get tired easily and with all of this," Jaune made a gesture. "Happening, I got a little overwhelmed. I'm fine now," he told his younger friend.
"Oh," Ruby accepted his answer easily, something that Jaune appreciated, if he found slightly hazardous. "Well, do you wanna go get dinner?"
"I was on my way right now," Jaune told her as they both began to walk together down the halls. "Have any idea what they serve here?"
"Hmmm, let me check." Ruby pulled out her scroll and opened it, before opening the student exclusive application that he also had. She made a few swipes and taps before menu appeared.
The two of them looked it over, and were startled at how large it was.
"Ozpin really meant it when he said that Beacon catered to the students." Jaune looked over the menu, full of foods and dishes. Some of which he had tried and some he had not.
Ruby let out a small whine. "Aww, they aren't serving desserts."
"Can't have any sugar right before going to bed huh?" Jaune laughed as he saw the childish side of his new friend. "By the way, you mentioned a sister earlier didn't you? Where is she?"
Ruby closed her scroll and turned to her friend.
"She should actually be in the cafeteria right now. I went to the student armory and forge to make sure Crescent Rose was still herself. Sure enough, she is." Ruby caressed the weapon, now in its compact form on the back of her waist, in a loving manner. "We're sure to tear through initiation."
"I would sure hope so. Beacon would be a great place for someone like you," Jaune praised.
"Oh, well, y'know," Ruby blushed and acted bashful. Socially awkward as she was, everyone liked being complimented, and Ruby the fifteen year old was no different.
They made small talk as they made their way down to the cafeteria.
"I looked you up on my scroll earlier." Ruby took position in front of him, and kept pace by walking backwards, her hands behind her back. "So… you're a celebrity?"
"In a sense," Jaune confessed. "I've built up a reputation around Vale, but people usually recognize me as the professional competitor; Jaune Arc."
"Yeah, I looked that up too," Ruby said. Her face gained a curious quality. "I also looked up what people call you."
Jaune gave a somber smile. "You mean my title as 'Eternal Second Placer' right? Yeah, that's what they call me." If he was a lesser man, he might have been upset. But it was something he had grown used to, and he didn't want to feel angry at anyone, especially his new friend.
"Isn't that just being mean? It says that you've never won a tournament before, but did they really did to give you a title like that?"
Ruby had said it as if she took personal offence to it. Jaune was touched that someone he barely knew was getting irritated in his place.
"Don't worry too much on it," Jaune assured her. "I don't let it bother me too much, and you shouldn't either. If anything it's kind of funny, in a, y'know, self-deprecating sense."
"Hmmm, I don't like it." Ruby was unsatisfied. She was going to be a Huntress so that she could fight against Grimm and injustice. To see her new friend be so casually called an insult, to her perception, and it being brushed off as a joke was wrong.
They walked in silence after that, awkward but at the same time comforting. Soon enough they saw a large set of doors, opened and inviting anyone inside. They heard a large mix of people talking, unable to make any sense of conversation, as it was so loud and mixed.
"Yang said she'd be on the far north side of the cafeteria. She's pretty, so she'll be really easy to spot."
So, her name was Yang huh? "What is your sister like?" Jaune had asked.
Ruby seemed pleased to talk about her sister. "She's really nice and friendly to everyone. She was one of the most popular girls at Signal Academy and makes friends with anyone."
"Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her then."
"Just don't say anything rude about or touch her hair unless she gives you permission."
Jaune raised an eyebrow. Ruby gave a grimace.
"She's very protective of her hair. Dad once tried to take her to a surprise trip to get a haircut and she got angry."
"Was it really that bad?" Jaune understood how people could be protective of what they owned and how they'd react, but surely it couldn't have been that bad.
Ruby took a sharp breath. "She burned it down, Jaune."
...Or they could do that.
"I suppose I'll be careful then," Jaune said as he rubbed his neck, curious to see who this mysterious, violent sister was.
They walked past the open doors and into the cafeteria.
It was a large space, and was filled with initiates. They were seated at large, wooden tables that connected with each other, stretching down from one end to the other. Different foods and dishes were served on top of the tables, letting anyone choose whatever they wanted.
Student hopefuls talked and chattered among themselves, a mix of appearances and race.
"Look, over there!" Ruby pointed to the far north end of the hall. "There's Yang!"
Nearby initiates looked over at the sound of Ruby raising her voice. Some of them went back to their dinner, while others continued to look at her. Or rather at the person next to her. Eyes widened and some began to tap at their neighbors, gathering even more attention.
It then occurred to Jaune that he no longer had [Anonymity] casted on himself anymore. Meaning his true appearance was for anyone to see.
Oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal. He was now going to go through initiation tomorrow, with all of them. So it didn't really matter much.
If Jaune Arc was to become a Huntsman or was not, then so it would be.
Jaune followed her finger and saw where it ended. In the distance he could see a lone figure by herself at a table, relatively by herself. Her blonde hair matched his own, and sure enough, Ruby was right. She was rather pretty.
Yang had her elbow on the table and her hand supported her head, her other hand absentmindedly poking at her plate. It seemed that she noticed Ruby, considering she glanced over at the entrance. A smile broke out on her face as she stood up and waved back.
Ruby took the lead and Jaune followed as they made their way over to the sister. As they did, they finally took notice of the whispers.
"Isn't that Jaune Arc? What's he doing here at Beacon?"
"I never knew he wanted to be a Huntsman…"
"Really?! Is that really him?!"
"He's even cuter in person!"
A light dust of pink touched his face, but Jaune kept a smile. He actually began to wave and salute some of the people who took notice of him. He saw them take out their scrolls and begin to take pictures and videos. The people around them began to take notice as well.
"Looks like someone's popular," Ruby joked as she noticed the sudden attention that was on the two of them.
"If anything, it's nice to know I have fans even in places like Beacon."
They made their way over to where Ruby's sister, Yang was at. Jaune took the seat opposite of her while Ruby, with a small apology, actually stepped over the table to sit next to her sister.
Jaune would have started the conversation, if Yang didn't get ahead of him.
"Dang Ruby. I didn't think you'd find a boyfriend this quick," She nudged her sister in red by her sides, a teasing smile on her face. "And to think It'd be a celebrity too."
Ruby, for her part, didn't seem flustered or embarrassed, as if she was used to this sort of thing.
"Yang, it's not like that," she groaned at her sister's teasing, having years of experienced it, as was the unfortunate fate of being the younger sibling. "Jaune is just a friend."
"Oh really?" She raised a brow. "The cute, blonde, professional competitor and Magician of Vale is just a friend, huh?"
Well, it seems like Yang has heard of him.
"It's nice to meet you." Jaune extended a hand for his fellow blonde to shake. "I'm Jaune Arc, but I'm sure you already knew that."
"Yang Xiao Long," she accepted his handshake. "Sorry if my little sis isn't that good at talking. She prefers weapons over people anyday."
Ruby slapped her sister on the shoulder. Yang in turn gave her a mockingly hurt glance.
Jaune laughed at the interaction. "Ruby's been a good friend to me. She's a very nice and kind girl."
Yang took it as more fuel. "You think she'd be a good girlfriend then?"
Ruby slapped her shoulder harder.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop." Yang conceded as her younger sister muttered under her breath, before the reaper took a plate and began to select her food.
"So you're the guy who helped Ruby take out Torchwick?" Yang decided to put an end to her teasing of her little sister, and begin another conversation.
Yang had heard all about it when she was woken up near the middle of the night, alongside her father. Ruby of all people being escorted back home by a certain blonde professor, who then proceeded to tell them everything about the situation.
She had been of course proud of her sister for stopping a would have been crime, while her father was a mix of proud and worried. Any parent would have been, of course. What really got her attention was that she wasn't alone that night.
It seemed that her little sister had unknowingly fought alongside the famous Magician.
Yang would admit that she's watched some of Jaune's matches, and he held himself pretty good in her opinion. Seeing as he also protected her sister made him a good person in her mind.
"Yeah, I was there," Jaune remembered that night he stopped Roman from the robbery. "Though I wouldn't say I took him out, since he still got away." He sent a look at Ruby. "Not for, lack of trying of course."
"Mhmm," Ruby mumbled her agreeance as she piled food on her plate. "Still, we did manage to stop him from robbing the store though. So it wasn't all bad."
"You'll get him next time Ruby," Yang gave her a consoling pat on the head. She turned to Jaune next. "Goodwitch told me and dad what happened that night, so thanks for looking after her. She can be a little reckless at times."
At that point, Ruby's eyes widened and she whipped her head towards Yang, indignant fury in her eyes and on her face.
"Wha-!" she had no words at the blatant hypocrisy of her sister in yellow. "Last month you started a bar fight and sent people to a hospital!"
Man, Ruby sure wasn't kidding when she said her sister could be violent. He watched the sisters bicker back and forth, some slaps and some pinches on the cheeks from both of them.
What lovely sibling interaction.
"So Jaune," said Yang as she ruffled Ruby's hair, who in turn was pinching Yang's cheeks. "What brings a celeb like you here at Beacon?"
"Well, Ozpin called me one day and wanted to talk me. Turns out he wanted to invite me to attend as a student here at Beacon."
"Oh, so you're like me," Ruby decided she had enough and went back to eating her plate of food. "Ozpin gave me an invite to join Beacon Academy the night of the robbery."
"I suppose I am." Jaune didn't want to admit to his new friends that he was just invited today, or that he was still undecided on being a student or not. He'll be sure to find out come initiation. "Mine was a day after the robbery."
"And now all of us are here at Beacon, eating a lovely dinner together." Yang wrapped an arm around Ruby, a proud smile on her face. "I still can't believe my sisters attending Beacon two years early."
"Oh that's right," Jaune remembered the night he first met Ruby and how she was originally a student at another academy. "Signal, was it? You said that you only had two more years until you applied for Beacon Academy."
"Well, I guess Ozpin thought I met the criteria," Ruby mumbled. "But I don't want anyone to think I'm special or anything. I'm just here trying to a Huntress like everyone else."
Yang smiled at her sister's humbleness. Jaune on the other hand, raised a brow.
"Really? On the night of the robbery, I could have sworn you said something about being the best Huntress in the world, and everyone would know the super-awesome person that was Ruby Rose."
"Jaune!" Ruby shot Jaune a betrayed look, but it was too late. Yang brought Ruby in closer to her embrace as she laughed.
"Yeah, she sure does say things like that alright," she ruffled her sisters hair again. "Ever since we were kids, she was always into that hero kind of stuff. You think this cape is just for decoration?"
Ruby eventually did manage to struggle out of her sister's grasp. Her face was a light shade of red as she went back to her meal. "You guys are jerks," she mumbled beneath her breath.
And everyone ate dinner that night.
Beacon was a place that trained Huntsmen and Huntresses. It accepted and took in many people from many places, each with their own story. Each fighting for something.
For example…
The Magician simply wanted to find his place in life. To help those in need and become a symbol of peace.
The Reaper wanted to become a hero, as in the stories her mother used to tell her. She would too become a symbol of peace.
There are many others who have dedicated their lives to their crafts, so that they too could seek out their own dreams and destinies.
The Fighter wanted to live her life to the fullest, and to do right by her family. Yet she was searching for something precious, yet so distant.
The Heiress wanted to prove to prove herself. That she was more than what her family made her out to be.
The Shadow wanted equality. For her people who have suffered much, she would create change from darkness, and strike at injustice.
The Lotus wanted to create a new life for him and his friend. He would do anything for her, and was unafraid of laying his life down.
The Storm wanted to be their for her friend. Should he ever become lost, she would find him again.
The Champion wanted only an equal. A person to stand by her side and see the world through with her. A friend that she had never known the bonds of.
So many characters, so many parts to play. All of them have have been assembled here.
So it is, that history is to be made.