Chapter 3: Almighty Push
Hello, and welcome back to my story! I'm happy to see that it's getting viewed pretty frequently, so that's good! And to answer a question: Ren's a guy. This is a homosexual romance story, but I'm focused on Jaune's path of godhood.
This chapter involves a bit of Jaune learning more on his new eyes, and what abilities they have. Note: he will not get OP immediately. It's gradual, but it'll happen. He's still shit at swordplay and combat, but the eyes are gonna give him an edge.
Anyways, let's get on with it!
After the lunch incident, Jaune decided it would be best to excuse himself. He found himself in a dilemma, however, when he returned to the dorm.
"Mm, cold shower, or learning about these cool new eyes?" he asked himself. While a cold shower would certainly be appreciated considering what just transpired, he also was fairly curious about his new eyes.
And apparently, so was Ren.
Looking around, Jaune decided the best way to learn more about his eyes was to do what eyes do best: look.
He focused on the room around him, noting every minute detail. He saw every chip in the paint, every covered crack, every reparation, every particle of dust, everything. He saw it all. And his head kept track of it all amazingly.
It's then that he noticed something off.
He looked at his hands, and he could see his Aura again. It flowed through his body like a steady current, warm and inviting. He could see his nervous system, saw how they sparked and crackled with every touch of anything external. It was enlightening.
There was one more thing that was bothering him. A black-colored light glowed at the center of his palms, and he really didn't know what it was.
So, naturally, he did what any up and coming superpowered person would do. He started making hand shapes and shouting out catchphrases.
"Shazam!" Nothing.
"Boom!" Zip.
"Geronimo!" Nope.
This went on for five minutes, with Jaune just holding his hand out and making asinine noises. Frustrated, he pushed his hand out, with the palm facing his shield.
Something clicked internally, and the shield lurched away from him in response.
He looked at it in wonder, and then began to laugh. He figured out something, but now what?
He made the motion again, forcing his palm outwards and trying to push the shield. He focused on the shield and imagined it being thrown against the wall. He concentrated heavily, pushing all thoughts except pushing it away. His efforts were rewarded when his shield was forced off the ground and hit the wall. HIs elation lasted for only a few seconds, however, because the shield proceeded to rebound off the wall, hit the door, and fly and clock him in the skull.
Jaune was out like a light.
A woman by the name of Bik Tzu was a lonely farmer's wife. She was never appreciated, and didn't have any power due to strict governmental restrictions. Her job was to be subservient and not to talk back.
She did both well, as she didn't have much to say. Still, she was disenfranchised to say the least. She thought marrying this man would bring her happiness, but she wasn't happy at all.
She found herself dreaming of a day when she would be released from this hell, and one day, her wish was fulfilled.
A band of ruffians had gathered in the town Bik and her husband lived in. Her husband did not fear them, as he was just a farmer. He would give them a share of his crops like the rest of the town, and they would be on their way. This was not the case.
The bandits wanted more. They wanted to control the town. A haven for criminals would do them nicely, and they intended to start one in Bik's town.
The civilians were not in any mood for rebellion. They allowed the bandits to walk all over them. And Bik allowed it as well. She did want to escape, but she preferred living over dying.
A few weeks after they claimed the town as their own, it was rundown. The crops were failing, the people were downtrodden, and the Grimm were coming in increasing numbers. It was apparent that they were on the verge of collapse. Yet the bandits did nothing. The townspeople did nothing. Bik was tired of it.
She questioned the bandit leader on if he knew what would happen if they continued using their town like this. About the inevitable collapse to the Grimm that was on the horizon.
He told her one thing: have faith in us.
She did not. No one did. They were mere bandits, no more trustworthy than a Beowulf.
In the end, the Grimm came with a vengeance. The town was lost, and the civilians were slaughtered. Bik was one of the last, hiding out in her home's wreckage. The Grimm were all around, picking off any of the last remaining men and women left.
One stood defiant, however. The bandit leader.
He fought the Grimm, and kept them at bay. He fought Grimm of all sizes and ages, and won. He was untouchable. Almost.
He was slain later on. An Ursa got a lucky shot in, and he crumpled. The town was in ruins, the people were dead, and Bik was dead too.
The gods were nowhere to be found. And that inactivity made them fade from the minds of the public.
No one believed in gods because they were myths, stories to tell children. Of how one god saved an entire kingdom from Grimm, of another who single-handedly defeated a Grimm Dragon.
They were not actual beings to the humans: they were ideas.
These ideas inspired hope in many, but they were just stories. Everyone knew that.
They were forgotten.
In all of their splendor and power, with all of their might, they couldn't even be remembered by the human race.
And so, purple eyes faded.
"Jaune! Are you okay?" a voice asked.
He was too messed up to care, he thought it was a turtle asking him if he was a stray.
"-nasty hit to the head-"
"-caused it?"
Cause? Head injury? THE SHIELD!
Jaune shot up, and found himself, for the second time in a day, right next to Ren's face. He quickly scrambled away, and apologized.
"Uh, I was just working on my shield and I hit my head on accident. Hehe." he chuckled nervously while scratching his head. Internally, he was jumping for joy. Well, for a second he was. Then a massive headache took over and he stopped jumping for joy. I now know more about my eyes! Yes, score one for me!
"Really? You hit yourself so hard that it ignored your Aura and knocked you out?" Ren asked, skeptical of Jaune's answer.
"Yeah, you know how clumsy I am. I can barely get up a flight of stairs on my own!" he laughed, but cringed internally. They can't know about this yet. I've got to do more research about it before I tell anyone, after all who wants to think their teammate is crazy barely a week in?
Ren looked at him. Jaune struggled to meet his eyes, but when he mustered up the courage to, he noticed the color of his eyes.
Magenta. They were stunning. Jaune looked at them and didn't separate his gaze from Ren's eyes, finding himself captivated. Is this what it was like for him at lunch?
Ren finally said, "Alright, I believe you. Just be more careful, alright fearless leader?"
"Count on it."
The next day was Combat Training with Ms. Goodwitch. Jaune was not looking forward to it in the slightest. He sucked at combat, and his only saving grace was his eyes. He knew how to use his push ability a bit more, and he also can use a pull ability. Both however, are extremely limited.
The class began with a spar between two unknowns. He watched them fight, and was surprised that his eyes could pick up on others' Auras as well.
The match ended, and the next up was between Ruby and Russell. He wished her good luck, but he knew she could beat him.
The fight that followed was fairly one-sided, but it gleamed a lot of good information for Jaune. For starters, he understood that Aura was a force field of some kind. He also knew that everyone had it, just not unlocked. He didn't know, however, that Aura could be visible.
Especially in this way. Ruby's Aura changed her into a red storm of petals, and any movement was telegraphed to what her Aura did. Her soul was faster than her body, and the Aura carried through before her weapon did.
That was a useful way of dodging. The only question is this: could Jaune be quick enough to dodge attacks like that?
He would have to be: his match was next.
And he was fighting Cardin. Joy.
He got his sword and shield from his locker, and walked into the arena. Cardin was waiting there, mace over his shoulder and brows furrowed.
"Well, Jauney, what a nice coincidence. Better say your prayers." taunted Cardin. Goodwitch said, "Are both of you ready?" They nodded.
"Begin!"
Cardin rushed forward and swung his mace. Luckily, Jaune's eyes saw his Aura fluctuate before the attack came in and he ducked under the swing. He swiped at Cardin's leg and kept moving.
Good choice. The place where Jaune just stood was destroyed under a mace swing from Cardin. Jaune ran at him with his shield raised, and Cardin swung his mace at the shield arm.
All Jaune felt was numb, and he dropped the shield. Cardin proceeded to hit him with his mace and sent him flying across the arena. Jaune's Aura was at 68 percent. From that one hit?!
What he saw when he got up, however, made his blood boil.
Cardin had one foot atop his prized family shield, and was rubbing his boot on his family's crest.
His mind, although angry, came up with a plan. He ran forward and shouted, giving the implication that he was foolishly rushing in. He swiped at Cardin, who blocked with his mace. The power struggle ended quickly, with Cardin winning.
"This is the part where you lose." Cardin said. He tried to knee Jaune in the torso, but Jaune leapt away. He took a look and noticed Cardin had stepped off his shield. Jaune smiled, and baited Cardin. "You know, I've always thought that mace was compensation for something. Maybe it's something anatomical that you want to make up for? Is that it?" The crowd ooh'd, and Cardin was pissed. He forgot about the shield and ran the rest of the way to Jaune. His swings were sloppy and easily dodgeable, but Jaune still had a hell of a time avoiding them.
He did suck after all.
He then slashed at Cardin, who blocked with his mace. A power struggle took place yet again, but this time Cardin wasn't in the mood to play any games. He forced Jaune back.
Jaune smiled, and went through with the final phase of his plan. His forgotten shield, all the way across the arena, was all he focused on. He imagined it flying towards him, and he thrust his hand out. The shield began to lift, but fell. He tried harder, ignoring the angry jock in front of him. The shield began to lift, and hurtled towards the two.
Jaune smirked one last time, and Cardin's confused face was almost as great as the sound of the shield hitting his head was. Cardin slumped to the ground, and Goodwitch announced Jaune as the victor.
He returned to his seat to cheers and excited conversations. Nora in particular was interested in what he did. "How did you do the shield pully thingy? C'mon Jaune Jaune, can you teach me?"
He laughed and said, "No, I can't. I barely even know it myself." Nora pouted and sat back down. Pyrrha said, "Congratulations on your match, Jaune. It was entertaining." He sheepishly smiled back and thanked her.
Ren looked at him, smiled, and nodded.
Jaune had never felt better.
And that's a wrap! This will be my last post for a few days probably, but still. Tell me what you think of it, review, favorite, follow, all that shit!
Have a good day guys and gals!
