A/N

Hello everyone! I'm just a little late.

I've been slowly adding more and more information to the story, so I apologize if it seems a little… rushed at first. I promise my chapters will get longer, I'm honestly a little disappointed in myself for writing such short chapters.

I seem to have forgotten to add a few descriptions for his sisters… not on purpose, of course, it's not like I couldn't find any names for the rainb- Arc family.

I have not decided on a pairing yet, and it might be a short while before I do, but in the meantime, I would like everyone to give me recommendations for who to put together. Of course, romance isn't exactly a big part of this story right now, and it may not ever be.

I'm writing this story as I think of each scene, or 'flying by the seat of my pants', so I apologize in advance. If you see any plot holes, please tell me immediately, so that I can fix them.

I apologize for how long this took compared to the others, I just couldn't stop rewriting this chapter!

Do enjoy.

Chapter Three: Preparing and Learning

Arc Family Home

Jaune woke up slowly, mildly confused, and sore. Glancing around the dull white room he woke up in. He glanced at the posters and pictures hung up everywhere, some of which showed a large, loving family, all scrunched up around one couch. It took him a few minutes to recognize the room, which was one that he shared with two of his sisters, Rouille and Verte. It was the second largest room in the house, the largest being used by the four older sisters. There were hooks on the wall for coats, jackets, hats and other, sharper items.

Jaune looked over to see his sisters still sleeping, with Verte drooling on everything, and Rouille looking as if she was dead. It was always easy to tell the sisters apart, aside from their age differences. Everyone had different colored hair. Well except for the twins, and Lilas had similar hair color to Violetta. All seven daughters of the arc family were tall, like the case of five feet, eleven inches Sarcelle, or growing to be tall, like Rouille, who stood at a much shorter five feet and two inches. The girls really liked to style everything they owned by their favorite color, like Sarcelle's blue necklace, and Verte's green earrings. He never really put much thought into getting himself luxuries, especially now that he trains so often. He was determined to better himself, to never again lose to a Grimm.

It had nearly been a year since Jaune's first Grimm encounter, and he supposed it was a win-lose situation. On the winning side of things, his parents decided to immediately begin his training. The losing side, on the other hand, was a very steep cost to Jaune's self training time. Every day of the week, until Jules Arc decided his son was strong enough, Jaune would be followed by one of his sisters. It wouldn't have been as bad as it sounded at first, but the girls had panicked when they saw their little brother bleeding out on the ground, and now they used that image to motivate themselves and make sure Jaune was never alone for more than a few minutes.

Jaune's own father, Jules Arc, was the one to bury his blade deep into the beowolf attacking his son. He remained calm and collected on the outside, but he had been panicking on the inside, seeing his son in a puddle of blood. He decided at that exact moment, with his ancestors as witnesses, that he'd teach Jaune to defend himself.

When it came to training, Jules decided to structure it around speed and defense first, having Jaune run quick sprints, and chop through different sections of a large tree trunk to get him used to swinging a sword and striking through thick Grimm. Of course, at least for the first month, Jaune was actually tired and sore from the training he was going through, but he adapted to it much faster than his father had planned for. While this might seem like a good thing, his parents refused to speed up his training schedule, and he wasn't seeing any improvement.

It took a lot of favors, blackmail, and bribes, but Jaune was able to... acquire some free time. It wasn't long before he began to use that time efficiently. He read nearly every book about hunters in the library, even the history! Well... actually it was mostly history, in fact, half of the books he read was about some event in Remnant history. He learned about the war fought over Faunus Rights, he learned about the politics and ceremonies that the kingdoms flaunted, he even read about the attempts to train Grimm for circus shows!

People are weird.

He convinced Verte to buy him arm and leg weights to make himself stronger and faster, but she was the only one who could adjust how heavy they were, using her 'semblance', whatever that meant. Jaune had heard of that word before, but he assumed it was unimportant. He read somewhere that having a semblance was unique, or something like that. It wasn't fair! He wanted super powers too!

After poking around, Jaune learned that all of his sisters had a semblance, like Verte's resistance, or Sarcelle's apparent ability to disappear, which was totally unfair. At least she didn't have enough energy to keep up the invisibility long, just a few seconds at a time, which would be very effective in a fight. Not to mention all the girls got personal weapons from their Grandpa, Jean Arc, a Professional Weapon Designer. Sarcelle especially loved to show off her weaponized gloves, Reap and Sew. They were both white gloves with an identical blue dust stitching. The only difference between them was Reap's long, blade-like nails versus Sew's pointed claws. They were imbued with a mix of dust that, when active, made them super tough to damage.

Jules told his son that he was only being trained to defend from the Grimm, not to hunt them. While he couldn't keep the four older siblings from becoming huntresses, seeing as they were already applying to their secondary schools, and he couldn't pull the two younger sisters out of their classes, as they were receiving excellent grades, he could keep Jaune from trying to attend a beginner school. Of course, Jaune wasn't actually going to follow that unspoken command. It was his dream, his self given mission, to help people and hunt Grimm. He respected his parents' wishes and all, but he wasn't going to let them control his entire life. Of course, he had a whole year before he could try to join a combat school, and he was confident that by the time he applied, he would be ready to prove himself to his parents and sisters.

Believing that he had spent enough time in bed, Jaune climbed out slowly, trying not to wake up his sisters. Today was the day Sarcelle had promised to teach him how to erase his presence and be sneaky, and he was anxious to start this type of training, since Sarcelle was leaving in a few months. While Jaune didn't know how she was going to train him, he had a feeling it involved invisibility and humiliation.

Clearing Near Arc House

It was official, Jaune hated his oldest sister's semblance. At first, it was just a friendly little spar, fist against fist, to see how far he had come along. After all, all the stealth in the world won't help him if he's slow and weak. With the extreme amount of strength and speed training Jaune received, he was able to surprise Sarcelle a couple of times, but she quickly showed him the perk of being the eldest sibling: experience. Jaune might have been stronger that his sister, but she was faster and had leagues of experience to hold over his head. It wasn't until the third beating that he realized what she was trying to teach him.

"Jaune, a piece of advice, dodge this." Sarcelle stated calmly, sounding as if she was surrounding Jaune. He immediately took evasive maneuvers, in the form of diving to the side and covering himself. He heard some giggling, but he knew if he relaxed she might actually hurt him.

Where could she be attacking from? Jaune thought to himself. He felt a tingle in his gut and went with the natural human reaction – jumping six feet, vertically. He looked down to see her bladed glove, Reap, piercing the air where his head was just at.

"Hey!" He shouted, both afraid and angry. "I thought you said you weren't going to use your weapons!" She HAD promised not to kill him with them, but she never actually specified whether or not she would use them.

"Oh suck it up, Jaune, you're finally learning something!" She yelled back, face full of glee as she jumped up and attempted to bisect her brother.

"What good does that do me if I'm bleeding to-" Jaune began to rant, but rolled backwards to dodge a familiar looking clawed glove. He thought he felt a slight disturbance right before he moved. "Seriously, are you trying to kill me right now!?"

As he stood back up from his roll, Sarcelle appeared in front of him, her fist barely missing his body as he twisted to the side. Unfortunately, this left him open to a kick in the gut that left him rasping on the ground.

"I thought you were going to teach me how to be sneaky, not just bringing me out here to mutilate me." Jaune said, glaring at his sister.

"And how exactly do you plan on being sneaky if you can't notice others?" She smugly asked, pointing out the lesson she has been beating into him. He had guessed it towards the beginning of the fight, but became a little suspicious when he saw her so happy to be fighting him.

I suppose she's right, in a way. Not that he would ever tell her so. She had a really bad habit of being full of herself, especially when she received any form of praise.

"Yeah? Well now that I can notice you during a fight, why can't I move on to actually being sneaky?" Jaune asked impatiently, slightly pissed off that she didn't tell him the point of their fight until after it was over.

"Oh, you can tell where I am? Fine then, just block my next punch and I'll teach you how to be skillfully stealthy." She challenged with a grin, taking off her gloves. She decided she was going to turn invisible, knock Jaune out, and then take some humiliating pictures.

"Easy enough, go ahead and attack whenever." Jaune taunted, taking a second to clear his thoughts and focus on where his sister was standing. It was a little strange, but he swore he could... feel his sister. That sounded wrong, he just meant that he knew she was behind him, drawing her fist back.

Oh shit.

He barely spun around in time to put up a half-assed guard that pushed Sarcelle's hand off to the side of his face. The look on her face when she realized he had actually defended himself from her attack was priceless. She was stunned far beyond disbelief. She had turned invisible and made no noise while moving around him downwind, which should have left him completely open to attack. She couldn't understand how he had know to spin around and block his face.

"Jaune... how did you do that?" She asked, stunned by her little brothers show of skill.

"I could just feel your presence, I guess. That's the easiest way to say it. It was hard to focus on, but as soon as I did, I could see you clearly." He replied, wording it the best way he knew how.

"We are definitely going to find out what that was later, but for now, lets teach you how to stalk your prey." Sarcelle said, with a sadistic smirk.

"I regret everything." Jaune replied solemnly, staring at his feet. Through out the next few weeks, cries of agony and shame could be heard all throughout the forest.

Arc Family Home

(Three Months Later)

Jaune sat on the porch with his mom and five of his sisters as they all watched Jules Arc drive off with Sarcelle and Lilas, the two oldest sisters. They had both been admitted into Beacon Academy in Vale, so they would need to live in the dorms, since they lived in a different kingdom. For the most part, everyone was sad to see the girls go, but they knew that the girls would receive the best training they could in Vale.

Jaune didn't want to admit it, but he had been waiting for this moment to head up to his grandfather's house, to get a custom weapon. Every single one of his sisters had gone to Jeans Sharp Stuff to get a weapon made. He had to plan and wait, watching for his best chance to sneak away. The girls didn't even think twice when they saw Jaune walk through the living room, not realizing that he was heading to the back door. As soon as his feet touched the dirt path behind the house, Jaune took off towards his grandfather's house. He made it in a few minutes, knocking on the front door before entering. He didn't bother worrying about telling his grandpa a lie, because Jean Arc always knew. It was like he could predict the future or something, and after hearing about what a semblance could do, he believed it.

"Hey grampa, you home?" Jaune called out, hoping to get this done quickly.

"Yes, I'm in the living room with Chance!" Jean called out sounding distracted, most likely teaching Chance some new words in sign language.

Chance was a cute little rabbit faunus, staying with Jean Arc until she could find her older sister. The problem with that is only Chance knew what she looked like. Jaune had found her wandering through the woods, obviously lost, but when he approached her, she tried to run. She didn't make it far, because her leg was broken. Jaune had done the first thing that came to his mind, and went to his grandpa for help. When Jean saw the poor little girl crying, he took her in immediately, but soon found out she couldn't speak, whether it was because of a physical or mental trauma, didn't matter. At the very beginning, she had to write all her words to the two Arc family members. Jean set out to teach her some sign language, and even gave her a new name when he found out she couldn't remember her own. He had sent his grandson into town to see if anyone knew who Chances real family was, and where they might be, but no one in the town had given any clue. That day Jaune learned about the prejudice and racism abundant throughout Atlas, and more likely than not, the Human race.

Jean had healed Chance up quickly, and then put her to sleep using some medicine. When she woke up the next day, Jaune promised to help her in any way he could, no matter what he had to do. After a few weeks, Chance became attached to Jaune, and always followed him around when she wasn't learning anything. She loved to hear about his stories and the things he had seen in town, because she was too afraid to go into town herself, fearing what everyone might do to hurt her. Eventually Jaune would find her sister, and then her family, and finally, she could go home.

Jaune came around the corner to get body tackled by a three foot tall little girl in a brown dress. She was giggling like crazy, and making cute little excited noises in her throat, showing just how happy she was to find her 'big brother'. She had used that nickname for him ever since she learned how to do it.

"Chance, Don't jump on people. Jaune, I suppose you want a weapon? well there's a few on the back porch, pick one of them. Don't take too much time, your mother is going to be checking in on you in about half an hour." Jean said, all in the same matter-of-fact tone.

Un-freaking-canny. Jaune thought to himself, wondering what else his grandpa might know that he shouldn't. Of course, Jaune really wanted to get home before he could get caught, so he really needed to hurry.

"I'll come back to visit you latter Chance, I promise!" He shouted, already halfway out the door to the back porch. He barely caught a glimpse of Chances hopeful face before he had to face forward and pick his new weapon. He had three choices sitting on a table in front of him, and not very long to make them. He could see a pair of short, black, mean-looking, serrated daggers, gleaming with a fresh shine. Beside them was a long spear, that could transform into a staff. The final item on the table was a little white cylinder. After glancing at the weapons Jaune knew what his grandfather was doing. The daggers, while small enough to sneak past his mom, would be far too small and take way too much time for Jaune to learn how to use adequately against the Grimm, or other foes. The spear, easy to use, and versatile, especially in its staff form, was way too big for Jaune to sneak into his house and past his mom and sisters. That left the third weapon. At barely a foot tall, and a little over an inch thick, it would be the easiest to sneak in, but what kind of weapon was it!? He supposed he would find out, and grabbed the little rod by the middle. As he lifted the rod and put it in his backpack, Jaune heard his grandpa yell a short goodbye, which he returned. He decided to sprint home and tell his sisters the truth, or at least part of it.

Jaune/Verte/Rouille's Room

Jaune thanked his lucky stars he got home when he did, merely minutes before his mom came to check up on him. He had quickly thrown his backpack into his closet, shut the door, and jumped on his bed. After a quick assurance to his sisters that he would tell them where he was after their mother left, everyone in the room decided to pick something to make themselves look busy.

"Jaune, Ve, Rou, you three okay in here?" asked Joan arc, as she walked into the room. She was a tall, blue haired woman, who seemed to have an affinity for the color pink. She carefully scanned the room, and noticed Jaune and Verte playing a game of chess, while Rouille was reading one of her favorite books.

"Okay, so who did what, and why are you trying to hide it from me?" She spoke again, this time asking a question. She looked over as Verte looked away from her game.

"What are you talking about, Mom?" She asked, wondering if their cover had been blown. She knew no one in the house liked playing Jaune in chess, ever since he started winning most of the matches about a year ago. She figured she could use the excuse of trying to learn how to play chess better if that's what her mom thought the problem was.

"Well first, Jaune is still wearing his muddy shoes from running across the path, and second, Rouille was reading that book earlier today… and she was almost finished with it." Her mom deadpanned.

"Ack, I just forgot to take my shoes off, I'll clean up any messes I made, sorry Mom." Jaune said, flipping over and taking off his shoes. He quickly set out to clean the carpet areas where he tracked dirt, while Rouille though a mile a minute for a convincing excuse.

"I just wanted to see how badly Jaune would beat Verte, I wasn't really reading the book." Rouille half fibbed, putting her book away.

"Oh, well I've got my eye on you three, but I suppose I might just be a little paranoid since your sisters left. Sorry kids, you can get back to your game." Joan said, leaving the room and closing the door.

"Okay, I almost got in serious trouble for you, Jaune, so what's in the bag? Hurry up, before mom comes back and realizes Ve put her pieces in the wrong order." Rouille said after a minute of waiting.

"Yes Rou, just give me a second to get it. I went over to grandpas house to pick up a weapon, so that I could begin training with it immediately." Jaune told them as he leaned into the closet.

"Oh Oh, what kind of weapon did you get? A sword? A spear? or maybe a rocket launcher!?" Verte said, suddenly extremely excited at seeing what weapon Jaune was given.

"No, nothing that large could fit in his backpack, you ditz." Rouille said, sighing at how thoughtless her sister was sometimes. In all fairness, Rouille thought, With the way Gramps builds these things, he could probably make a compact Rocket Launcher, but the ammo would still be too big. Nodding to herself, Rouille refocused on Jaune when he pulled… a rod from his backpack.

"Hand it over, let me see it!" Verte said Jumping on her brothers back, and grabbing his new weapon. After shaking it around a bit, she was able to make out a sound inside of the rod, a click, which turned into a whoosh when two bars extended from the rod, making it three feet in length, and a string pulled itself taunt.

"Well, it isn't a rocket launcher, but it's still kinda cool. Do you have any arrows for it?" Verte asked, handing the short bow to Jaune.

"Well, no, actually, I didn't even see a quiver on the table. Aw man, now I'm going to have to sneak out tomorrow and-oof!" Jaune began to deflate, realizing he must have missed the quiver, when he was suddenly hit by a little white box, with a note taped to it.

"Jaune, pay more attention next time, and be sure to come around here sometime near the winter, I'll have a gift waiting for you. Be careful, and treat Fulmen like a family member." Jaune read out what was written.

"So this would be your quiver, then." Rouille said, slowly drawing an arrow out of the box.

"I guess I'll need to practice archery in the mornings when I used to train with Elle." Jaune said, finally managing to sheath the bow, and place it back in his backpack, along with the quiver he took from Rouille. He had a real hunters weapon now, and he would be damned if he let any time go to waste when he could be learning new things, or how to better himself.

A/N

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