Hey guys, how have you guys been, I genuinely want to know. Anyways, it's been too long since I've made a chapter for this story since I usually update it once a month, and I'll be honest, I don't really have much of an excuse, I've been pretty busy with my other story and have been so focused on it that I guess I kinda forgot about this one, heh, my bad. But no amount of apologizing will actually fix that, so I guess I'll just have to make it the best damn chapter I can make it. Other than that, I don't really have much to say. So I guess I should get started, well, I hope you enjoy.


Right now, I'm making my way to my final class of the day, Combat Class, although I'm running a bit late, but that's not my fault! I had to have that chat with Ozpin, how else am I supposed to change the future if I don't have allies? I'm not one of those stupid time travel protagonists that doesn't know how to fix shit, I need allies, and strong ones, and as much as I hate to admit it, Ozpin is a very powerful ally to have.

Anyways, as I walk through the halls I slowly get lost in thought, if my scars transferred over to this body, did my reflexes and muscles transfer over as well or do I have to train those up again? Cause if I did, that would suck, like, a lot. Do you have any idea how much time and effort went into building those up? So many mentors built those up, from Pyr to Ozpin to Qrow, all of those people helped build my reflexes and muscles. Qrow's were the absolute worst to deal with though, fucking avian bastard.

But, I still have all my techniques, so I've still got those to fall back on. Now then, where were the arenas supposed to be again?


Well, after finally making my way to the arenas, I sneak my way through the room and make my way over to where my team is sitting, god, do you understand how much of a pain in the ass to get here. They really need to setup some sort of directory or something. Honestly, this place has so many twists and turns that even a GPS could get lost, and not even possible. Then again, they don't really have legs do they?

After sneaking around the room ever so quietly, I take a seat next my partner, "Sup guys, what I miss?" I say, I probably missed some really boring fight that would only have entertained me from the past. Nothing these kids can really entertain me anymore, only real fights can my blood going, those are the only fun ones.

I see them all jump in surprise, even Ren, and that guy's a ninja. How do you scare a ninja? "When did you get here?" I hear my partner ask.

I give her a look of fake sadness and start to tear up, "Y-you... you didn't notice me walk in here? Am I just not that noticeable to you? Am I not worthy of your attention? Oh partner of mine, your words wound me so." I say with fake tears welling up in my eyes, you know, if saving the world doesn't work out I can go and be an actor. Who knows, maybe I could be one of the greats like Spruce Willis and Jet Black Lee.

I see her eyes widen marginally, "N-no, no, that's not what I meant, you're my partner, I can't simply ignore you." She says while shaking her hands in front of her face, this is too much. She's just so easy to mess with, it almost feels like nothing changed.

"You should ignore him Pyrrha, although it doesn't work most of the time, it is very helpful during his moments of stupidity." I hear a certain Ice Queen say, oh, I just have to mess with her. Come on, you know I've got to mess with her, it's just been far too long since screwed with her, but not in 'we banged' kind of way, you know what I mean.

"Love you too Ice Queen." I say without looking at her, and with those words said, I hear growl under her breath, it's fun to make her mad, now I know how Qrow feels when he messes with Winter, it is really fun. Like, it's funner than picking on both Pyrrha and Ruby combined.

"Mr Arc, you're late." I hear a strict voice say, oh boy, is that Headmaster Ozpin's dominatrix girlfriend I hear? I look to her and see this face that screams 'I want you to bend the knee' well no thank you miss, I'm not into that, well, this is going to be interesting.

I pull out my scroll and check the time, "Oh, so I am. Well, what's the punishment? Because I've had this really bad itch recently and I've been needing to scratch it, and the only way I can scratch it is through a good fight." I ask, I know where this is going, she's going to try and make me fight another student because that's something I'm 'not good' at, and use it as a way to punish me and make me better at it. Well jokes on her, cause I'm an awesome fighter, I killed a crazy fire-wielding bitch and the mother of all Grimm, so whatever she throws at me will be nothing.

She pulls out that scroll tablet thing that she has, what the hell is that thing even called anyways? "For you're punishment, you will be fighting a student of my choosing." She says, ah see, there it is, I fucking knew it, Jaune: 1, Goodwitch: 0. Right now, she seems to be scanning the room for potential candidates, oh please pick someone who's not a pushover.

"Oh, let me fight him Professor, I've been meaning to teach this punk a lesson." I hear a very... arrogant voice say in the upper stands, motherfucking Winchester... You know what, I was trying to be nice, but that's just not fun, what I actually heard was a fucking idiot who has a superiority complex who doesn't have anything better to do but be an asshole.

I take a deep breath trying to stop myself from saying my inner thoughts as I stand up from my seat and turn around, only to see his stupid fucking face, "Alright, I'll take you on Winchester, I've been meaning to have a little 'chat' with you anyways." I say as I make my way down to the stairs and push open the locker room door, now normally I wouldn't be all that mad about fighting Cardin, but in the words of an arrogant prick, 'I've been meaning to teach this punk a lesson'.

With that, I make my way into the locker room and make my way over to my locker and enter in my locker combo, 9029. I hear the lock on my locker pop open, I open my locker to find my babies, "Crocea and Witch Hunt, how have the two most important weapons in my life doing?" I say, and as usual, they don't respond, I still don't get why they don't talk to me, are they mad at me, oh well, what can you do? I strap Crocea onto my hip and I place Witch Hunt onto my back. Now then, which weapon should I use first?

Meh, who cares? As long as I get to wipe that ugly smirk off of that assholes face, it doesn't matter. I pull my cloak out from my locker and throw it on, it's show time. I walk out of the locker room and throw the hood of my cloak over my head, this shouldn't take long.

I see Winchester standing in the middle of the arena with that same smug face and he's holding his mace casually, well dumbass, you must have forgotten rule number one combat, and that's 'never underestimate your opponent'. Or is it 'never forget the woman's skirt length'? I always forget, because Qrow always said that the only thing that ever defeated him was the length of an inn keepers skirt.

I walk into the arena, and as I walk, I hear Cardin say, "You ready to lose Jauney boy?" This guy's gonna beat me in a duel, yeah, I don't think so, it's almost funny, scratch that, it's really funny.

I feel a smile come onto my face, I let out a snicker, and it turns into a giggle, until it turns into a full blown laugh, "Haha, oh that's rich, haha, oh god, oh god my sides... Dude, *gasp* if being a huntsman doesn't work out for you *gasp*, you should just go out *gasp* and be a comedian, at least then you'll be doing some good, ow my sides, they hurt." I say between gasps for air, dude, that is the funniest joke I've heard since I've gotten back to Beacon!

I see his face get a little red in anger, that's right, get mad, "I mean, seriously, who thought this guy was gonna be hard for me to fight, is this a joke?" I say as I point at Winchester, this is just too much!

I see steam getting ready to release from Cardin's ears as his face gets redder, okay, you can be a bully all you want, but if you can't take insults, then just don't bully at all.

I see Prof. Goodwitch's brow twitch, but it's practically invisible to the naked eye, the only reason I can see it is because you have to have a keen eye if you want to survive in the Grimm lands, "Are both fighters ready?" She asks, oh she's probably mad that I'm not taking this seriously, I don't take much serious anymore, I mean, I died, I think I have that right to just not care, don't you think?

I see Cardin nod and get his smug smile once more, I simply shrug, "Very well, begin!" She says, but before he rushes in, I give him what my teacher would call 'the Qrow'. I slick my hair back with my hand and taunt him with my other hand, alright motherfucker, come and get some!

He rushes me with his mace in hand and it looks like he's getting ready to do a downward swing, and once he gets close, he starts to bring his mace down towards my head. I sidestep out of the way and his mace is barely two inches away from my arm as it strikes the ground. I simply put my foot on it, "So, are we fighting or what?" I ask in a bored tone, this isn't very interesting so far.

I hear the poor idiot growl, he tries to bring his mace back up, but it doesn't budge, did I forget to mention that I'm reinforcing my leg with aura so his mace doesn't move? My bad. He looks up at me and we make eye contact, "Sup?" I ask as I punch him right in the nose and rears his head back, "Ooh, that looked like it hurt, you doing okay?" I ask, I'm actually concerned. He realizes that trying to pry his mace from under my foot is basically a fruitless endeavor, so he drops the mace and tries to punch me with a right hook, how predictable.

I lean away from the punch and after the punch passes, well, I headbutt him, I hit him right on the bridge of the nose, should I go a little easier on him? Nah...

He stumbles back a bit and I kick his mace up into the air and catch it, I take my time to inspect it, "Huh, nice quality, a little unbalanced but it works, yeah, this will do." I say to myself, I see confusion in his eyes, but it quickly disappears as I get into a stance that would be like that of a javelin thrower. I chuck his own weapon at him and it hits him in his leg, alright, that should disable him for a minute or two.

Now is the time that I pull out my rifle, I load a bullet into the chamber and wait for Winchester to stand up, "Alright boys, we're hunting ducks today!" I say in a southern Valean accent, man, I'm just being an asshole today, it's... kinda fun. No seriously, I haven't had the ability to be an asshole since, well, it's been a while.

I see him get up and pick up his mace, well, he seems pretty determined, I guess he wants to keep that 'alpha' title, you know, that one that he never really had, cause it was actually mine. Yeah, that one.

He charges towards me once more, seriously, come on dude, just admit defeat and I'll make sure that you don't feel pain, well, too much pain. As he charges, I simply aim down the sights of my rifle and fire three shots, all landing in different locations, one in each leg and one in the foot. Why the foot, because it sucks to be shot in the foot, it just sucks to walk with a bullet lodged in there. Don't ask about how I know that, it's not a fun story, fuckin' Tyrian and his stupid gun gauntlets, those things are so dumb.

Since he was charging me while I fire those shots, he stumbles the second my shots connect and falls to the floor, man, this is just pathetic, then again, I did hold the advantage. I mean, I've got years of experience, knowledge of the future, pinpoint accuracy, and the ranged advantage, so I can't fault him for trying, but there are so many ways to approach this situation that he could have picked any other one and did better, and now I'm ranting, great.

I look down at my opponent who is just laying on the floor, "Dude, are you gonna get up? I thought this was a fight, not a slaughter." I say, this is just sad.

I hear 'ol Cardin growl as he rises to his feet, alright, I commend you for your bravery, most men wouldn't look death in the eye, then again, I did and I came out just fine, well, minus the whole dying thing, but that hasn't happened yet, cause it's in the future, because that's how time travel works right? Then again, this is me we're talking about, and only I can kill me, so will I ever truly die? Probably not. Fucking Christ, I need to learn how to shut my mouth, then again, I'm just thinking, fuck, I'm doing it again!

I hear my 'opponent' give out a 'fierce' war cry as he charges towards me once more, I hadn't even noticed he was charging. Once he gets close to me, he swings his mace vertically, trying to hit my ribs, but I just take a couple of steps back and the attack misses, but just barely. It seems he put a lot of strength into that one swing, because when that attack missed, he ended up having his back facing me.

I just pat him on the shoulder, "It's okay man, one of these days you'll hit me, but until that day comes, you will always be inferior to me, because I'm number one around here, never forget it." I say comfortingly, I can almost feel the depression coming off of this guy, or is it anger? I just can't tell anymore.

I hear him yell once more as he spins around to face me with his weapon reared back, but I just step back and he falls face first into the floor, come on man, just give up already, I feel as though I'm kicking a baby, it's making me feel like an awful excuse of a human being, then again, he did have this coming, so it can't be that bad.

I take my rifle and aim it at the back of his head, "Boom, headshot." I say as I pull the trigger, oh, there's just something satisfying about shooting a prick in the back of the head, don't know what it is though. I think it might have to do with the fact that I don't really like him, but I'm not too sure.

And with that, I hold my fingertip to my ear, as for why I do that, just wait. A sudden ringing goes off and the lights in the arena all shut off, there it is, "Mr Arc is the victor." I hear a computerized voice say, you better believe I'm the winner, I mean, was there ever any doubt?

And with that announcement, the room just goes dead quiet, alright then, I guess it's my turn to speak, "Is there no one else?" I ask, no one goes to get up, nor do they say anything, I don't know, maybe they didn't hear me, I guess I'll just repeat myself, "Is there no one else?" I yell, I can even hear my voice echo throughout the room, that's pretty neat.

No one goes to stand and step forward, well that's a little disappointing, I was honestly hoping for another match, that last one was both disappointing and far too quick. I look over to Miss Goodwitch, waiting to see if she's got something to say, what, no advice? Her face is like a stone, just emotionless right now, I guess she wasn't expecting me to do well, for some reason, I'm not surprised.

Well, if she's not going to initiate the conversation, I guess I'll have to start it, "So teach, how'd I do? Better than you expected?" I ask, yeah, I know, I did great, no need to praise me or anything like that.

Her face still remains the same, I guess Ozpin didn't tell her did he? Well, he probably will soon, I mean, sure, he likes to keep his secrets, but he probably wouldn't keep this from Glynda, that's just stupid. "You have certainly progressed when it comes to your combat prowess Mr Arc, however, there several instances in that fight where you could have ended it sooner." She says, oh, is she trying to give me pointers, haha, that's funny coming from someone who died before me, and in such a depressing way, feels bad man.

I shrug and put on a smirk, "What can I say, I love to put on a show, I live for it and I would most certainly die for it." I say, I do love to put on a show, when I put on a show, I feel as though I'm giving people some feeling of hope. Okay, I may have been lying, I just wanted to show off a bit.

Even with those words said, it seems Glynda remains unmoved, and yes, I called her Glynda, "I advise that you don't put on too much of a show, that sort of thing can and will get you killed." She said emotionlessly, ha, jokes on her, it helped me kill the fire bitch and Salem.

I might as well go along with it for now, I just kind of want to get out of here, I've got plans that need to be formulated, for example, how to kill Salem so that the rest of my friends don't die, you know, normal time travel stuff. "Right, well I'll be sure to remember that, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go somewhere." I say as I walk off of the arena, I need to pay someone a visit, and it's gonna be a fucking great time, I miss the old fool, even if he won't miss me, you know, cause he doesn't know me.

Maybe I'll have to ask Ozpin for time off classes, I've got work to do, can't have school in the way, and even if it does get in the way, I'll just drop out, it's not like I'm a huntsman anyway, I never finished school, I just kinda fought tooth and nail until I won, with Qrow's teachings helping me along the way. Speaking of, I have an avian asshole to meet up with. As each step carries me closer to the door, I feel a certain foreign power try to pull me back to the arena.

I let out a sigh and turn around and find myself staring at Miss Goodwitch, holding up her wand and keeping me held back with her stupid telepathy bullshit, god, I fucking hate magic and anything related to magic. "Mr. Arc, where do you think you're going, there is still time left in class." She asks as she held me back with her telepathy bullshit.

I stuff my hands in pockets and shrug, "I've got somewhere to be and someone to meet with, now unless you want to deal with a case of bad luck, you'll let me go. And no, it's not a threat, it's a promise." I say calmly, the only way Glynda will respect you, is if you look her in the eye and be level with her, or is that how you get her to kill you, I always forget.

I see a look of surprise flash in her eyes, and maybe a bit of confusion, I'm not sure, I'm not that good at reading emotions, I've learned to let those go. "Mr. Arc, you'd have to serve detention if you walk out of class, a detention with me." She said, are you threatening me master jedi? Uh, ignore that reference.

I shrug once more, it's not that big of a deal, it's just an hour or so, "Alright, well if that's the case, then I'll see you then, but I've got places to be, so if you don't mind I'll be going." I say, it's not like I'm actually going to serve it anyway, I'll just talk to Ozpin and he'll vouch for me.

I see her brow twitch as she lets out a sigh, "Then I will see you later today for your detention, and if you attempt to skip it, I will find you and drag you back." She says, yeah, I'm sure, because you've got enough time to worry about one student on top of managing the school on top of trying to defend the world, yup, seems legit.

I feel that foreign force stop holding me back, thank you very much, "Yeah yeah, now I'll see all of you guys later. And with that, I bid you adieu." I say as I give a sarcastic bow, I know I basically said the same thing twice, but I just wanted to say it.

As I walk through the room, I see lot of people in the room look at me in a lot of different ways, Pyrrha seems a bit worried, as for why, I have no clue. Nora seems hyped up, as usual. Ren looks as though he's calm, but I know his mind is going a mile a minute. As for team RWBY, Ruby was about as hyped up as Nora, if not more. Ice Queen seems a little outraged, Blake seems a bit suspicious, how surprising. As for Yang, she seems hyped up too, but I have a feeling that she just wants to question me and/or tease me.

Oh well, it's kind of whatever. And with that, I make my way out of the room with my hands in my pockets and my weapons on my back and on my hip, yup, today's been a pretty good day, now, to visit my drunken master. Be back in a few.


After a short flight to Vale and a pretty quick walk, I make my way to an establishment near the pier of Vale, a nice little place known as the Crow Bar, ironic considering that this is Qrow's most frequented bar in Vale. As for how I know that, he told me about this place and about how if we won the war, he'd take me out to grab a drink, just a thing between us bros. At least, what was left of us, turns out I was the only guy who could go.

I shake my head, no time for thoughts like that, I've another war to fight through, I can think about the depressing shit when I'm dead, again. I walk into the small establishment and find the guy I'm looking for passed out on the counter, and the bartender stands behind the counter, wiping a glass with a clean rag. I see him look at me with a smile, "Hello there, welcome to the Crow Bar. I don't suppose you're here for ol' Qrow here are you?" He asks lightheartedly, huh, this is guy is a lot more cheerful then I thought he would be.

I let out a chuckle, how'd he know? "Yeah, I'm here for Qrow, he's got work to be doing, and instead of actually helping with work, he's here, keeping your establishment afloat." I say, not that that's a bad thing, I actually really like this place, it's quiet. I even planned on taking Ruby out here for our 'Victory Date', yeah, I was just joking at the time, but things got a little more serious, it's difficult story to tell.

I see the bartender scratch the back of his head, "Oh darn, I'm real sorry about that, but business is business, and being as small of a bar as this is, I'm not exactly able to turn away customers." He says, yeah, I get that. Honestly, I don't really mind, but I kind of need every ally I have in on the information I've got so we can actually win, I don't want anyone fucking my plans.

I simply shrug my shoulders, "It's not really your fault, you're just trying to run a business. As for this guy however," I say as I point towards him, "It is kind of his fault. Now, I'm gonna have to wake him up, just don't panic if he for some reason draws his weapon." I say, now I didn't want to say it out loud, but I've got a little prank in mind for Qrow.

Just watch. I shake his shoulders, trying to wake him up, and quietly say into his ear, "You gonna pay that child support money, or do I have to drag you back to my ma so she can beat it out of you?" Just give it a moment.

He instantly jolts up and goes to grab his buster sword, "You're gonna have to pry it from my cold dead hands!" He yells, I think some context is required. Alright, so one of Qrow's biggest fears before the war was finding out that he had a bastard son, now it wasn't the son that he was worried about, it was paying the child support money, in case you can't tell, he usually spends his lien on liquor and the like, and doesn't really like spending it on much else, unless it's Ruby and Yang, or Tai, but that's for a different reason.

As he's about to draw his buster sword, I pull out my rifle and press it dead against his forehead, and with that, he stops moving. "That can be arranged." I said, for a moment, time stops, he doesn't move, and neither does he.

I pull the trigger, but instead of firing a bullet, a bunch of confetti fires out of the barrel, I know it's going to be a pain in the ass to clean out, but it was totally worth it. As the confetti hits Qrow in the face, his eyes widen marginally, before they go back to the way they were before. He wipes the confetti off of his face and I see his brow twitch, there it is, the signature brow twitch I'm so used to seeing, I missed you too you drunk fuck!

I hold back the urge to hug the bastard right then and there, since it would probably be awkward since he doesn't know me, so instead, I'll just hit him with some of that snark that I'm so well known for. "Wakey wakey, did you have a nice little nap you big drunk baby? Of course you did!" I say energetically, oh I just missed this big lug so much.

I see a look of confusion come over him as he takes a seat at the bar once more, aw, no reaction, that's no fun, "Do I know you kid?" I hear him ask, and as those words leave his mouth, I feel something inside me shatter, oh, that hurt a lot more then I thought it would. Just give me a second.

I feel the smile that I was wearing a moment ago slowly fade away, "No, I guess not. Well, the name's Jaune Arc, best sniper this side of the world, hell, I might as well be the best fighter too." I say, once again, I'm not being cocky, I actually am the best, and killing Salem proves that.

I see him quirk a brow at my attitude, "You seem awful cocky for a brat that doesn't look like he's finished attending at the academies." He says, eh, who needs the huntsman academies when you've got the Grimm lands to train you, experience being the best teacher blah blah blah.

I shrug as wear a smirk on my face, "Well, it's not like I need the huntsman academies to be good at fighting, I mean, you of all people should know that." I say, you know, cause he was one of the best fighters in his tribe of insane bandits.

I see his eyes narrow at the mentioning of this past he use to have, "Who are you kid?" He asks in a calm anger, I already told you who I was.

Fine, I'll repeat myself, but I'll actually include my title, "Well, my name is Jaune Arc, and I guess you could call me a witch hunter of sorts. I used to be a knight when it came to the chess board, but now, I'm just a witch hunter." I say.

I see his eyes widen slightly, before they steel themselves once more, "Alright then, I don't suppose you work for Ozpin, do you?" He asks, come on man, you could've at least tried to be more subtle.

I let out a sigh, "No, I don't work for Ozpin, I work with Ozpin, I provide very important intelligence, and in return, he let's me do my work freely." I say, well, that's what I've gathered from our last talk, but knowing Ozpin, he's gonna try something that I wouldn't exactly like, he's sneaky like that.

I see a look of confusion come over his face, "What exactly would you have that I can't get?" He asks, oh I don't know, knowledge of the future?

I shrug, "That's meant to be said in the open. But you want to know where can talk about this, back in Ozpin's office, where it's safe." I say, come on dude, just say yes to that so I can tell you about how you were basically my mentor for a short time, and then after telling you, I'll tell you about how Ruby and I hooked up, I don't know about the juicy details though, those stay with me.

I hear him sigh as he stands up from his seat, "Fine, let's go back to Oz's office, and when we get there, you're gonna answer my questions you little shit." He said, it almost brings a tear to my eye when I heard him call me a little shit, it's just... it's been so long since I've heard him call me a little shit, it feels good.

I let a smile spread across my face, "Sure thing old man, but you're gonna have to listen to a story first, and trust me, it's a long one." I say as I start walking about of the bar. Alright, phase one of my plan is in motion, now, to explain a lot of bullshit. I'll just skip ahead. See you in a few.


Oh boy oh boy, this is like, months behind. Why am I so late when it comes down to writing shit? Oh yeah, school and homework, along with other stuff. Anyway, yeah this is back, as for how long this will back, I don't know. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this shitty chapter that had a short fight scene that I hope wasn't awful, it also had other things, oh, and a lot of sarcasm. But yeah, I'm tired now, so I'm off to bed. Cya.