My responses to the reviews:

Mobydicks: Moby! Thanks for the review! Sorry for the wait but here's the chapter.

BeOurGuest: Actually, I left a lot of hints in the previous chapters regarding Jaune's sisters so it's not really that surprising. As for Savanna however, stay tuned because she'll be revealing herself again at some point in future chapters. As for the Marked One business, I'll reveal more details in future chapters and would be very important. I based it a bit on the Prophecy of the Marked One/Warrior in the God of War Series, wherein it foretells the end of Olympus by the hands of a mortal with a distinctive mark on his body a.k.a Kratos. Thank you for reviewing!

Batman1998: I didn't want to make OC sisters of Jaune from scratch so one of my Beta Readers (Romulus Black Talon) and I worked together to pick existing characters from RWBY as his adopted sisters. Also, it's fine that you haven't actually played the games yet (I'd still recommend that you do but that's because I'm a fan of the series) but it's good to know the storyline as you venture deeper into this story. Anyway, thank you for the review!

Wolfgang8624: Yes, they are very obscure hints and there are also a ton of references I sneak in every chapter. You guessed correctly so far but your final guess (the one you sent through our PMs) is wrong. Not to worry, I've put another hint and a reference to help you know who it is. Thanks for the review by the way!

Shashenka: Shashenka! Long time no see! (Sorry but my other works are still on hold and in developmental hell.) Anyway, thank you for reviewing. I felt that Lisa and other characters from RWBY could use more attention.

Marked Pariah: Thank you for the review! I just really love the God of War Series and I happen to like RWBY (despite the drop in quality of pacing and fight scenes in recent volumes after Monty died) so why not mix them both? As such, this was the result.

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Legacy of War

Volume 1

Arc 1: The Marked Warrior

Chapter 7 (Finale): Reunion

"You have got to be kidding me…" Jaune trailed off numbly as he looked at his sister, alive and well, while also working as a news anchor or reporter. It was nearly surreal, but then again, there was a reason that he and the others called her Snoopy. Not a day had went by back then when she'd have no news to share to the family, about the gossip and events that happened in the village or whatever secret or embarrassing thing that their siblings did.

Which unfortunately included him, especially when she had tricked him into wearing a lavender dress and taken pictures of it or that time when she found Slippers trying to harmonize with the singing birds while the latter was repairing dresses.

The amount of information she'd had was as disturbing as her methods of getting it.

And to see her now on the news was surprising, yet a very welcome one. There was one question he had to ask however and it was one that he sorely needed to know. "How long has she been working for the VNN?"

"She started reporting about three years ago. She was rising quickly up the ranks that one." Junior answered. This made the blond sigh in relief, though he still had the urge to bash his head on the table in frustration.

Three years ago he'd been traveling in the southern regions of Anima for six months, where he'd discovered a ruin that housed the lightning magic that Crocea Mors now held. He had then had to spend the next six months training to use his newfound power, as it had been his first magic and was in tune, too in tune, with his lineage. The year after his self-imposed exile had been spent with his former companions when he met them before they had to split up after the events that followed the bandit incident. The year afterwards up until now had been spent searching for his sisters and staying away as far as possible from villages except stopping by them for some supplies.

Even if there were TVs present in taverns, they were rarely directed at news channels so that people could stay merry and hence, prevent Grimm from sensing negativity. So, in other words, he had never really had a chance to see her until now.

Looking back at her again on the holoscreen, he couldn't help but smile. If he'd been alone, he would have laughed and cried at the same time as he snapped out of the numbness and finished processing the fact that one of his sisters was alive. His search had finally bore fruit. He only needed to find five more of his sisters.

"Thank you for this Junior. Thank you for finding her."

"Don't thank me yet. I've got something better to show you." The club owner said, before he tapped his scroll.

Not a second later, the blond felt his own scroll vibrate and ring with his X-ray and Vav ringtone, prompting him to open the device. In it, he saw a message and upon reading it, looked back at its sender and asked, "Is this what I think it is?"

"It is. Her address is now in your hands." Junior answered before adding. "I've got a ride prepped for you so you can choose whether to go there or to the Vale News Network now."

The warrior raised both eyebrows at the older man's generosity. He was surprised that he'd do that much. "And why would you do this Junior?"

"Call it an investment of sorts. Even though you rejected my fulltime job offer…that doesn't mean I can't ask you for a favor or two while you're here in Vale. And don't worry, you'll be paid appropriately for your services. Speaking of which," The club owner reached for a drawer on his table and pulled out a fairly thick envelope. "I finished calculating all that we got from the Hyenas. I've already had my men give Scar's victims here in Vale the necessary lien for their insurance and we've also got a lot of bonuses that the Hyenas brought in."

Jaune was then promptly handed the envelope and when he opened it, he had certain immediate thought in his mind. Oh boy. That's a lot of lien to help me out on my search…but it is probably not gonna be enough to help out the Captain's expenses for the ship. "I reckon this is also an investment then."

"It is. It's also a bribe to keep quiet about my business and last night's debacle."

"This is because my sister is a news reporter, right?" The blond asked. When the bearded man grimaced, he knew he'd guessed right.

"She was an investigative reporter once, a damn good one too, before she became a news anchor. That woman could find so much dirt that I'm actually glad she opted to stop and just be another face on the news." The club owner answered before he took out the picture he borrowed last night and gave it to its owner.

"That definitely sounds like my sister alright." The warrior said as he shook his head and took the picture, a smile on his face. Eventually, he stood up and put the picture in his pocket. "Fine, I'll be going to her residence then. Thanks for the ride and money Junior."

"It was a pleasure doing business with you Jaune. Although next time, do try to keep my paperwork from increasing." Junior told him as he held out his hand for a handshake.

"As long as the next time that I take a job from you won't involve a madman and his cronies using stolen weapons and tech…then I think I can try to keep it to a minimum. I can only promise you that much Junior." Jaune replied as he took the older man's hand and shook it firmly.

The handshake ended and with that, the blond then made his way out of the office to head for his room, grinning confidently and excitedly.

When the warrior arrived there, he found Pandora still cocooned around his coat and armor. Flashes of white and golden light occasionally peeked from the tiny gaps of the chains. Oh, hello there Jaune. Judging by how much you're smiling, Junior's search went well.

"He found Lisa–" He began before she interrupted him.

That's good to hear! She said as she glowed brightly.

"–and it turns out she's been working as a reporter for the VNN for about three years already." He continued and her jubilant glow stopped immediately as she took a moment to digest the information.

...So you're telling me that we could have found her faster if we'd just watched the news at some point in the past three years?

"To be fair, we really wouldn't have seen it since Mistral has its own News Network so we had little to no chance of seeing it at all." Jaune answered to pacify her as he began to reorganize his belongings.

When the blond took Crocea Mors by its hilt, he immediately felt the power it contained eagerly connect to his own. Sparks of blue electricity appeared from his free hand before it fizzled and died upon his mental command. However, he noticed that it took a second and a half longer than its usual split second for the process to happen. Narrowing his eyes, he clicked his tongue and turned to Pandora. "It's happening again."

The fiery apparition nodded grimly at him. Don't worry Jaune. I'm almost done with this. She said before her chains glowed gold one last time before dimming to their natural whitish blue. The links of metal went back to its original length as its cocoon unraveled, revealing her new handiwork.

The coat's appearance had changed drastically from what it had looked before, especially with the addition of what used to be his armor. It was now a pristine white with grey-palmed gloves attached to golden fur cuffs. Its golden fur-trimmed collar was now large, possibly large enough to have been a hood for him had it actually been made for that purpose. Affixed to the coat were several paired pieces of gold-trimmed white armor; a small curved plate that rested on the upper shoulder, a large pauldron that looked like a lion's head and upper jaw, a rerebrace that formed the lion's lower jaw, and a splinted vambrace that had two circles placed on the upper and lower part of it.

"Whoa…" was the warrior's reply as he took the armored coat, feeling the smooth and cool material on his hands. He turned the coat and found what could possibly the best visual addition to it. It was none other than the symbol of his family. "Thank you for this Pandora."

Well, what are you waiting for Jaune? Put it on. She requested and he obliged.

The metallic garment fit him perfectly, though he had to remove his hoodie just in case it made him feel too warm and so the hood wouldn't get in the way of the collar. Overall though, it was comfortable and cool on his skin. "This feels amazing! You really outdid yourself with this Pandora."

Not quite yet, there's more to it. Pandora's chain then wrapped around his right arm and the effect it had on the coat was immediate. Strips of cloth manifested from the inside of the coat and wrapped around his torso, giving it a bandaged appearance. There you go, it's done. It's the same coat with a few additions just in case you can't control your strength or magic. In the event you unknowingly use too much strength, the coat would absorb the energy and save it for later use. I would have added some more protective features but the material we have on hand is limited. Perhaps we can get some more in the future for a better upgrade.

"I highly doubt that there are coats like these hanging around, but if you meant pieces of armor then maybe we can get some more. Still, thanks a lot for making this for me Pandora." Jaune told her as he equipped his visor, put on his two belts to the belt loops of the coat, and then clipped Crocea Mors. With only his bags left, he was now ready to head for his sister's residence. "Well, it's time to go."

Jaune looked past the window of the van he was in, watching as it passed by the buildings in the city of Vale and left the red-light district behind him. He could see people, young and old, go about their everyday lives, leaving freely and safely from the threat of Grimm just beyond their borders.

The blond almost felt jealous of their ignorance and safety. However, he knew just how much bigger the world was than the four kingdoms. The Grimm still held humanity in check and every day, more people died to the dark beasts.

That was why he searched tirelessly for his sisters and killed every single one of those creatures in his way while he was at it. And now, he felt that his efforts were finally being rewarded as the van approached their destination, the suburbs of Vale.

The houses were decently spaced and had their own gardens, which were very pleasant to the eyes. Some of them even had cacti, which was a bit odd considering that those plants were native to the deserts of Vacuo and Menagerie. Overall, it would be a very nice place to live in. If you were the guy who liked to have neighbors nearby that is.

They soon passed the main bulk of houses in the suburbs and came to a more secluded area. There, the houses were a bit bigger than the earlier houses and as such, had bigger gardens and extras. In fact, one such house had fences and what he reckoned to be additional structures built on top of a small grassy hill, reminding him of the Arc Manor back in Yūgure.

There were key differences between this house and his old home however. The Arc Manor was situated by the foot of Yūgure's second hill and behind said hill was a steep cliff with the sea at the bottom. This house was nowhere near the sea or a cliff for that matter. The Arc Manor was also big enough for at least a dozen and a half people with plenty of space to spare, perfect for hide and seek. This one, while still quite big, wasn't as large. Nevertheless, it was like a ranch with its wide fenced fields and stable.

The van then stopped at the base of the hill, where an iron gate prevented further entry to the spacious compound. "We've arrived at the address so this right here is your stop." The driver said as he stared at him from the driver's seat.

Jaune blinked in surprise at the driver's words as he stared back before looking at the hill once more. Well, I didn't expect that she'd live here. Good for her.

The blond opened the door and stepped outside with bags in hand. He breathed in the sweet-scented breeze as his coat tail fluttered in the wind. "Thanks for giving me a ride, I appreciate it."

"Actually, I should be the one who should thank you." At that remark, the warrior turned to look back at the driver. "You avenged my brother. As I personally see it, I owe you a debt." The sunglasses clad henchmen then gave him a card. "So if you ever need a ride, just give me a call." With that, the van's door closed as the vehicle drove away, leaving him alone there.

I'll remember that. Pocketing the card, Jaune approached the gates. There, he found a screen and a button on the bricked post which he subsequently pressed. A video call was then immediately made and shown on the screen, though the receiver wasn't accepting it yet.

Thankfully enough, it only took a few seconds or so of waiting before the video call was accepted. The person who answered it was an old woman, though she wasn't that old and was perhaps in her late 40s or early 50s. [Who is it? Why did you come here?]

"My name is Jaune Arc and I heard that this was–" The blond wasn't even able to finish his statement before the call immediately ended. Mere seconds later, he heard the roar of a vehicle's engine from above the hill. "What in the world?"

And then he saw that same old woman riding an ATV down the hill like a bat out of hell. So fast that he was worried that she'd crash the gates had they not opened on their own. Thank goodness. He thought in relief as the four-wheeled vehicle safely slowed and skid to a stop just a few meters away.

His relief was then swiftly dashed as the ATV rider drew a robust shotgun from the vehicle's holster and aimed it at him, cocking it for good measure. Oh you've gotta be kidding me. It hasn't even been a week!

"Drop your bags and put your hands in the air." She said as she kept her finger on the trigger.

Sighing, the warrior did as he was told but kept himself ready to call upon Pandora's aid just in case. "There, I did that. May I ask why you're pointing a shotgun at me lady?"

"Your name…is your name really Jaune Arc?" She asked him.

"Yes, my name is Jaune Arc." He replied, having no reason at all to lie about his name. Not to mention that she was still pointing the shotgun at him. Just great.

"If you really are Jaune Arc then tell me the name of your birthplace."

"It's Yūgure. I grew up there until its destruction nearly ten years ago." Jaune replied.

"Damn, I shouldn't have gone with the easy question." The shotgun user muttered. "Okay then, what're the nicknames of your sisters? In order of their age I might add."

"Kit-cat , Explorer, Snoopy, Slippers, Pop Tart, Little Clock, and Green Bean." The blond answered.

"I see…" The lady said as her glare softened, though she still kept the shotgun pointed at him. "I have one final question. What gift did your oldest sister send you for your seventh birthday?"

Instead of answering, the warrior cautiously moved his hands towards his head. To be specific, it was his hair he was reaching for, bound by his black ribbon. Unbounding it, he showed the very ends of the silky material, where a golden paw print and the Arc symbol was stitched. "Is this proof enough lady?"

Upon seeing the two symbols, the aging lady sighed and nodded. "Yes, it is." With that, she promptly returned her weapon to its holster. "I'm sorry for that but it was necessary. I had to make sure you really were my employer's missing brother. I should have recognized it was you though. The scar of yours threw me for a loop since you didn't have it in Lisa's pictures."

"It's okay." Jaune smiled as he retrieved his bags. "I can understand but I have to admit, it felt like it came out of nowhere." He stated with a shrug before looking at the holstered weapon. "Also, I gotta ask. What's with the shotgun?"

"Oh, this is just in case there's Grimm around that managed to get past the defenses…or if there's someone feeling ballsy enough to try and trespass here." The woman answered as she then pressed a button on the ATV. Its purpose was then revealed as the wheeled rectangle strangely affixed to it popped off and mechashifted, becoming a small cart attached to the vehicle's back by a strong cable. "You can just put your bags here young man. I'm afraid you'll have to make your way up on foot however. There isn't exactly enough space for two on this ATV."

"I can keep up." The blond told her as he put the bags on the cart and strapped it in. Not long after, they were ascending on the bricked road leading to the top, the gates automatically closing behind them.

When they reached the top, the warrior waited for her to park the vehicle in a section of the garage. As he waited, he observed that the infrastructure was bridged to the house's ground and second floor by a canopied walkway. This led him to the conclusion that the garage had a space above, probably for recreational purposes. Not to mention that there was a moderately-sized stable built on the other side of the house across the garage. "This place sure is big. How did Lisa afford all of this?"

"That's an easy question to answer young man." The caretaker answered as she stood up from her now parked vehicle and gestured for him to follow her into the house.

"What's the answer then miss..." Jaune trailed off as he grabbed his bags and followed.

"I'm Ashley Campbell but you can just call me Ash, kiddo." She said as she opened the door and removed her boots on the entryway, which he was surprised to find was a Genkan like some houses in Mistral had.

"Hey, I'm not a kid." He stated more than complained as he removed his boots. He then put on the slippers that she offered to him as she put on her own from a shoe closet. The grey bunny print it had was pretty nostalgic.

"As far as I can see it Jaune, you're still a kid compared to me." She said with a teasing grin. "The answer to your question is that your sister just had to be herself until some…sensitive people gave this to her as a gift."

You know, I can see Miss Ivy's point Jaune. Biologically, you aren't an adult. Not yet but soon enough. Pandora piped up from his mind, making him roll his eyes.

Then by that definition, you–

Jaune, how many times do I have to tell you this? I'm neither living nor dead. Age officially doesn't count to me. The spirit interjected.

Fine, but technically you're the oldest present around here. The blond replied before the caretaker's answer registered in his mind. Also, I think she's basically saying that this was given to Lisa to silence her.

"That sure sounds like the effect my sister has Miss Ash." The warrior grinned as he shook his head. "Anyway, I think you said something about the Grimm earlier?" He asked the black haired woman.

"Now don't you worry, in the years that I've worked as the caretaker of this place I haven't even seen one of the damn things." She answered as she waved her right arm around. It was something he noted to be different from her left arm since it was clad in a long black glove that reached past her elbow.

"Heck, the suburbs didn't have a single Grimm attack since, well, the Great War. Not to mention that the defenses have improved since then so it's a nice quiet place to live in Vale aside from Patch." The caretaker continued with a shrug as they reached the living room. "Here we are. Your sisters usually stay around the most here trying to compare notes to find the rest of y'all."

The last thing she said threw Jaune off guard. "Wait a minute… Lisa isn't the only one who lives here aside from you Miss Ash?"

"No, she isn't the only one." Ashley pointed to a picture frame that hung on the nearby wall. There he found Lisa grinning proudly at the other person in the picture. She was a green-caped brunette who held a staff with a red and white dust on each end respectively.

At the kind but determined smile and the eyes that looked like she was prepared to ride off to another adventure, the blond's eyes nearly watered from the joy and relief he felt upon seeing who the woman was. "By the gods, is she–?"

"I'm sorry but our resident explorer is currently not here." And with that, Jaune's hopes to see one of his older sisters immediately deflated. "She's got her work as a huntress. When she's not however, she mostly goes around on her loyal mare trying to find you and your siblings."

The blond accepted her answer with a nod, smiling afterwards at the warm thoughts of his sisters doing their best to find all their siblings. It was good to know that even after nearly a decade, he wasn't the only one who'd kept searching for their family. That however, begged a certain question in his mind, one that worried him. Why were his sisters scattered?

"So…how long before they come home?" The warrior asked instead to prevent himself from getting too deep into such thoughts. It was necessary as he knew he'd bolt back to searching with no clue as to where to find them if he did just that.

Ash cupped her chin in thought before answering his question. "Well, our reporter's work ends on till about eight so she'd probably arrive here at nine. As for our huntress she's…" The caretaker scratched her head. "Well, she's a huntress so I can't vouch for when she would return. Sometimes she's gone for months with minimum contact, like once a week or so. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she works for the headmaster of Beacon? I think she brokered some kind of deal with him to give her more information in exchange for her assistance. Heck, he even has one of his huntsmen shadow her as part of the deal. It's a strange arrangement considering that the huntsman's always drunk."

That is pretty strange. Jaune thought. "Thanks for telling me all about this Miss Ash."

"No problem kiddo." The lady told him before clapping her hands together. "So, wanna go tour this place and help me out with the chores?"

The blonde blinked at that before shrugging in compliance. Doing chores does sound a lot better than just waiting for Lisa here all day long, especially after the events of last night. Chores it is. "You got it Miss Ash."

"Groovy! Now let's go and make it a surprise too!" And with that said, the tour of the compound started.

Lisa Arc, or Lisa Lavender as she was known by her coworkers and on TV, sighed in relief as she drove away from the Vale News Network building. Sure, the streets still had a bit of traffic jam, though not by much, but she was finally on the route to her home in the suburbs. The fact that tomorrow was the start of her vacation leave was just great. It would finally give her more than enough time to finely comb through the information that her sister had sent her and see if she could find her remaining missing siblings.

In hindsight, her promotion to a news anchor from her former job as an investigative reporter did a lot more good than she'd thought of at the time. Even though it did stop her from snoopi– err, investigating for just about any news of her siblings along with whatever happened to caught her fancy, it did allow her an opportunity to be seen through media.

It was with that opportunity that she was contacted by two of her youngest sisters, both of which had been in Atlas for years already.

That had been nearly a month ago, when she interviewed General James Ironwood and Jacques Schnee about the SDC cargo train that had been high jacked by the White Fang. It was disappointing to know that the organization that her eldest sister had once been a member of had become terrorists. Not to mention that it worsened the tension between humans and faunus rather than eased it.

Anyway, the news anchor had received a video call right after the interview and to her surprise; it was two of her sisters. They had all talked for hours, mostly about their lives after Yūgure's destruction.

Still, there was one important piece of information she had learned from them regarding the incident. Slippers wasn't with them when they reached an Atlesian outpost days after the attack.

Lisa knew how they all left the Arc Manor despite not wanting to with their brother's absence. She was paired with Amber on her first horse while the trio had gone in a car with their nanny. From what she'd managed to gleam from their conversation, something had attacked the off-road vehicle and knocked them out. When the two of them had come to, they'd been far from the car and were hidden in a pile of leaves, with no sign of their caretaker and older sister.

It had planted a dreadful thought in her mind, one that she hated the most.

That she had lost family to the Grimm yet again.

She could remember that horrifying sight that night, one that only she had witnessed when she'd turned her head to say her– unknowingly– last farewell to her parents. A Colchis, a bull Grimm, had barreled into the gates like they were wet tissue paper and dragged their father around like he was nothing as he shouted for them to go. Her mother, who had been waiting alongside him, had tried to ascend the stairs to the doors and escape, but had caught her eyes as she did so.

"Mother!" She shouted tearfully as she tried to reach out for her, but had to hold onto her sister as the horse began to run.

"RUN!" That was the last thing the blonde woman was able to say for her as the dark bull slammed full force into her back, simultaneously impaling her torso with its horns and knocking her forward to the oaken doors just as her father finally managed to kill it with his barbed spear and sword.

Even before their mother had even slid down the doors and her body touched the stone stairs, the teenager had known she was already dead. "Juniper/Mother no!"

Lisa shook her head free of the memories and focused on her driving, even as she fought the hot tears that threatened to fall from her yellow eyes. Now wasn't the time or place for her to have such thoughts. Only when in privacy could she ever allow herself to.

She had to get home, eat, rest, and then start her search anew in the morning. Thus was the burden that was thrust upon them, the only survivors of the attack, a burden that they would have to carry forever.

Thankfully enough, she managed to reach her home earlier despite the slight traffic jam once she got near the suburbs. At the gates, Lisa pressed a button on her car's satnav and they opened a mere second later, allowing her to drive it uphill.

Upon arriving and parking her car in the garage however, the lavender-haired woman frowned and narrowed her eyes. Something seemed to be different and though she didn't know what it was, it probably had something to do with the fact that she smelled food cooking as soon as she got out of the vehicle.

What is happening Ashley? She thought as she shouldered her bag and kept one hand near its opening just in case to draw her taser.

The reason for her precaution was simple. In the past three years that she had hired the caretaker of her home, said caretaker hadn't been capable of cooking a meal that smelled or even tasted as good as this. Sure, she was proficient with handling guns and her other weapons but at anything else, the salt-and-pepper haired woman was average at best.

As she walked towards the door, she noticed certain other details that were a bit more off-key than just the food cooking. There were areas outside that were clean already and usually, it would have been done quickly enough only when Ashley worked with more people. She also knew for certain that the older woman had been alone that morning when she left for work. Not to mention that Ashley rarely accepted or called for help from anyone other than her and her brunette sister.

Cautiously opening the door, the news anchor's suspicions were correct as she found a pair of boots that were placed beside the caretaker's own. They were worn but still surprisingly functional. She could also tell that it belonged to a man, one who had been both in combat and travel. It belonged to someone dangerous.

Lisa immediately removed her heels and grabbed her slippers from the shoe closet. Afterwards, she took out her taser from her purse and set it to its stun gun mode. With that, she was prepared to see who the possible threat was and see what his intentions were for herself.

After all, why would this someone be in her house and help its caretaker with her chores? She needed the full details of this mystery.

She tiptoed her way to the living room and got as near as she possibly could to the kitchen, where she could hear someone sautéing several ingredients on a pan while something boiled in a pot. That someone definitely wasn't Ashley.

She entered the kitchen and aimed her taser at the unknown person who had his back to her, still focused on whatever it was he was cooking in the pan. Well, this blond was about to get the shock of his life…quite literally if she found his answers were wrong. "Put your hands up in the air and stop whatever it is you're doing now. If you won't, then trust me, you will get hurt."

The tall male paused moving his hands before moving them down, turning off the stove and then raising his hands. "Okay, I raised my hands."

"Turn around. Tell me who you are, what you're doing here, and what happened to my caretaker." She commanded. "Now."

"Before I do that, I have one question. And before you ask, Miss Ash is fine. She just told me she's going to her bathroom." The guy told her, and by his voice, Lisa realized he was just a teenager. There was something else however, his voice sounded familiar for some reason.

"You're not exactly in the position to ask things when you're in my house. And I'm the one with the stun gun." To punctuate this, she let her weapon release a visible and audible spark of lightning between its electrodes.

"Have I really changed that much in a decade that you couldn't recognize me Lisa?" With that question asked, the blond then turned around to look at her, a teasing smile on his face and an apron on his torso.

Upon seeing his face, Lisa's eyes widened and dropped her stun gun in shock. It hit the ground and accidentally triggered, which sent its electrodes flying towards the teenager's face.

The blond was quick to react and grabbed a wooden spatula nearby to bat both ends away. "Oh man, that was way too close!" He laughed as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

The voice, the way he smiled, his face, his mannerisms, Lisa couldn't deny who it was. "J-Jaune?" She choked out as her tears began to fall from her face.

Her brother blinked and smiled warmly at her. "Hey there Snoopy, I finally found you."

Upon hearing him call her by her nickname, the news anchor practically leapt to the teenager's arms, sobbing into his chest as she hugged him tightly. "You're alive– Oh my gods you're alive! You're alive!"

Her brother embraced her just as tightly in his arms. "I'm alive, Lisa. I'm here and I won't disappear. I'm going to help you find them. You have my word as an Arc."

"And an Arc never goes back on his word right?" She finished for him, remembering the words of their father.

"Right."

"Welcome home brother." She said as she wiped away her tears with one hand still wrapped around her brother.

"I'm home sister."

"Do you mind letting me go now? I really need to finish cooking dinner."

At that, Lisa was reminded of her own hunger as her stomach rumbled, embarrassing her with the loud guttural sound. "I would like that Jaune."

Author's Notes:

I apologize for the delay once again people. Like I said in my previous update, I was also really busy this month. Heck, I wasn't even able to visit my girlfriend to celebrate for Valentines day (she was also very busy and lived in another city) due to how busy I am. Anyways, the reason I was busy is because I'm an assistant scriptwriter for a musical play that my class is set to perform by the end of the month. Naturally, I had to modify lyrics to fit the show alongside with practicing a lot of dance moves since I also play extra roles.

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Till next time, Will of Wisp