Witcher of Remnant
a/n: I got this idea while watching The Witcher and seeing that almost every story of rwby focused on jaune having his sword and shield.
Ch.1
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A boy no older than 15 ran through the woods of Ansel, Beowolves hot on his trail practically nipping at his heels. His hair was stuck to his face he had been running for what he felt was a hellishly long time but when the choice was run or be torn apart running seems the better option. A man with long white hair and worn leather armor had been walking along the road the boy called out "Run ! Grimm!" The man looked on with a smirk as he drew his blade. He pulled the boy behind him and in the same motion slashed through the heads of the three wolves. He used his aura to send out a pulse which made the rest of the pack to halt and see this man as a little more than food, a threat. The wolves circled him growling at this mystery man but he held fast not giving an inch. The remaining three wolves charged in a triangle formation. He sent out his aura to barrel into them knocking two down he sent a throwing dagger into one as he turned and slew the other. The final beowolf limped to him with a hurt paw, it met the same fate as the others the mercy of a quick blade.
The man turned to the young man "boy what is your name?"
"J-Jaune Arc sir." He timidly replied
"Well Jaune where is your kin?"
"A little ways back in Ansel s-sir."
"You may call me Witcher young Arc. Tell me is your father's name Robert by any chance?"
Jaune rose an eyebrow in curiosity. "Y-yes why do you ask?"
"Ill only speak the reason once and id prefer to do so in your father's presence."
Witcher then started to walk at a slow pace down the road. He noticed Jaune wasn't following yet. "Well boy don't you wish to go home?"
Jaune readily followed the man named Witcher. As they reached the Arc household they saw a man built like a warrior with a scar down his right eye dark brown almost black hair pulled into a pony tail, Warhammer clenched in his hands looking around frantically. Jaune ran to the man, "Dad over here I'm okay now." The man ran and embraced his son. "Jaune how did u escape that pack of beowolves?"
"I ran into this man here who saved me a slew them effortlessly."
"Witcher?"
Witcher then approached his yellow eyes stoic as he regarded the Arc patriarch "Hello Robert."
"Ah time certainly has been kind to you old friend I haven't seen you since our match in the Vytal tournament at Vale."
"Hmm indeed. You sent a request to the Witcher's guild, what seems to be the issue?"
"Ah yes that well my son Jaune wants to continue the family tradition of being a hunter but I only got back from a 5 year long mission recently and am about to be deployed again. I ask that you train the boy so that he can attend Beacon in 2 years time."
"That is a tall order Robert but it will be done."
"Thank you old friend but for tonight rest and tomorrow you may train him as you see fit."
"Thank you for your hospitality Robert."
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The sun rose over the Arc household, but one Arc was already pushing his limits. Jaune arms were shaking like leaves in the wind, straining with effort to complete his pushups that his new master required of him.
"Come on boy no apprentice of mine will be tired from just this."
Jaune completed the pushup not wanting to bring disappointment from both his father and his new teacher. "Good jaune you seem to have a good deal of strength 100 pushups is not an easy feat for the untrained."
"Thank you Witcher."
"When I am training you refer to me as Master not Witcher."
Witcher pulled out two wooden longswords. "Let us see your skill with a blade when you can land a hit on me you can learn my true name."
Jaune's grip tightened on the wooden blade as his grin grew feral. "Understood Master."
The Witcher smiled in response 'Damn Robert seems like you gave me a wolf to train instead of a cub let's see how this plays out.'
Jaune knew better than to just rush in while that may look cool in movies his mother and father often commented how that was an easy way to get killed. Instead he watched his master's stance noticed how his knees were bent and the sword was diagonally across his front. Jaune went in with a thrust which was batted aside making him lose his balance followed up with a low kick to the ankles.
Jaune fell but turned and rolled to his feet. "Good Jaune nice instincts but do you know why you fell so quickly?"
"No Master."
"When you lunged you didn't control how much of your body went forward so you over extended. I will teach you my method of swordsmanship but what do you wish to accomplish with it?"
"I want to make this world a safer place so nobody has to be in fear of their lives and to be mankind's shield against the Grimm. I want to be a hunter."
"Good reason noble and respectable you will make the Arc line proud. Come here I have a gift to bestow upon you as I accept you as my student."
"Geralt how did my boy do?"
Geralt turned to Robert and smirked "Just watch."
Geralt placed his hand above Jaune's heart and started to chant, "With hearts and minds like that of the wolf we defend our own with a savage growl. We stand as the shield from Grimm for man and protect those who cannot stand be they faunas or man. In deaths face we chuckle and snicker for we are the elite for we for we are the Witcher's" Jaune glowed with a powerful white aura his face set with a look of amazement.
"I-Is this from me?"
"Yes Jaune I shall train you to be a powerful warrior."
"Thank you Master." Excitement was clear upon the boy's face.
"Gather supplies for we leave for the wilds of Mistral next week and we wont be back for some time."
"R-Robert did you know of this?!" Jaune had never seen his father show fear before but now he did he was visibly shaking.
"I knew it was a possibility I'm sure he will be back before he will be on his way to Beacon."
Geralt then interrupted them and stated his intentions bluntly. "It will take me two years to fully train the lad but if he is at an acceptable level early then I will head back early. I do swear to keep him relatively safe."
"Thank you, Mr. Geralt" Joan Arc the mother of eight children turned to her husband with a tone so cold hell could freeze. "Until my son is back home unharmed before he heads to beacon you may enjoy the living room couch." She turned on her heel and walked to the house.
Jaune stood there with his mouth agape. 'Mom just owned dad, note to self never get her angry.'
Robert Arc just sighed deeply but made to get supplies he would take his licks like a man but first he would make sure his son was prepped for his long journey praying he doesn't meet her.