Witcher of Remnant
A/N: There is a poll up for the pairing between Blake and Weiss only.
A/N2: This story only uses one element from the Witcher so that is why it isn't listed as a true crossover.
Ch.2
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Jaune and Geralt walked into the city of Ansel nearly two years had past since they had set foot on this soil both had changed in more ways than one. For Geralt his hair was fully white and had a look of a fully hardened warrior. For Jaune he now stood at an impressive 6'1" his hair falling past his shoulders pulled into a similar style to his master's. It was his eyes that changed gone were the eyes of a boy these were the eyes of a hunter, his pupils shaped similar to those of Geralt's own. He wore ebony chest plate for armor with silver highlights, dust woven black pants and steel-toed boots, over his chest plate was a leather trench coat and on his hands were leather gloves with silver over the knuckles.
As they approached the Arc home they were spotted by Joan Arc. It wasn't long before Jaune's father was almost flying down the road to meet his son with a big smile on his face.
Geralt smirked and whispered to Jaune. "Think he is happier that your home or that he can sleep with his wife again?"
Jaune laughed lightly. "I can only guess as to which would be the primary reason."
Robert ran and hugged his son. "Jaune my boy its been too long how we all have missed you."
Jaune hugged his father back just as enthusiastically "I missed you all as well dad."
"Come I'm sure we all have much to discuss."
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It was the next morning Jaune's father told him last night that he had a present for him for completing his training. As Jaune stretched he felt his joints give the pops of utter release. He stepped out of bed and headed to the shower hoping he was early enough that no one else was up yet. As the hot water ran down his hair he remembered that today he was to start his travels to Vale hopefully they would be there the crazy redhead and her brunette companion it was always fun when they would run into one another in Mistral. They did promise to meet up once more in Beacon.
As he dried, he heard a knock at the door. "Yes? Who is it?"
"Its me Jaune meet me downstairs when you're done."
It was no more than 10 minutes later that Jaune met his father in the kitchen.
Robert held two packages in his hand. "Pull out your sword son."
Jaune went to his room and retrieved his long sword and returned to his father and drew the blade. The blade was chipped and showed clear usage.
"I figured as much it seems you have out grown your training blade. Here son I offer you these Crocea Mors it means Yellow Death it served your grandfather well and you're the only Arc that I see worthy of this blade."
"How am I worthy father?"
"The fact you asked that question only proves my point, it is also the type of fighter you are most fight for themselves but you embody the ideals of a real Hunter and Witcher you fight to protect."
Jaune accepted Crocea Mors with slight tears in his eyes but a smile beaming on his face. "Thank you father, I will make you proud."
As Jaune left for his room Robert smiled and muttered "you already have for no one who is weak can survive under the tutelage of a Witcher."
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(Later that day)
Jaune put on his leather armor on the back was Crocea Mors on his left upon his chest was a silver insignia of a wolf marking him as a student of the Wolf School which he learned was housed in Mistral.
He stepped on to the dust plane with an eager smile his blue eyes shinning with excitement. That is until the plane took off it was at this time Jaune Arc learned that he was one of the unlucky people that has motion sickness. As his stomach gurgled he remembered he has a herb mixture that can help with this a mix of mint parsley and ginseng. He popped off the cork and downed the mixture that was soaked in wine. As his stomach settled, he sat down and focused on his aura feeling the ebb and flow that is until he opened his eyes and saw a girl that shocked him with her beauty. Porcelin skin, stark white hair as pure a freshly fallen snow and pale blue eyes everything about screamed beauty the same beauty that you see when there is a ice sculpture of a masterfully crafted blade.
Jaune knew that he should approach this carefully since she carried herself like his second eldest sister who worked for a business it was a professional demeanor, but he could tell she was nervous.
Jaune walked up to her. "Hello, miss I'm Jaune a pleasure to meet you, what is your name?"
The girl's first instinct was to assume that he already knew who she was but reigned it in due to her sister's advice 'never assume without information.' "Hello my name is Weiss Schnee nice to meet you Jaune."
"Weiss that is quite the unique name a strong name. I hope that you get into Beacon then miss Schnee or would you prefer Weiss?"
"W-Weiss is just fine Jaune was it?"
"Yes Jaune … Jaune Arc."
"Ill see you around Weiss enjoy the rest of the flight."
"I'm sure you will."
Jaune smiled as he saw Beacon come into sight. As the plane landed he got off the plane and saw a gothic dressed girl being left by a blonde haired girl.
He then saw her bump into Weiss and her container fall and the girl looked like she was going to sneeze. Jaune walked over till he saw the explosion then he rushed over to the girls.
"Hey is everyone alright?"
The goth girl with the brightest silver eyes he ever saw blushed in embarrassment but acknowledged that she was ok. "Thank you Jaune." Weiss and the gothic girl both accepted the helping hand he offered.
Weiss looked frustrated at the girl at what could have happened, since what the girl sneezed out was raw dust, and those could have volatile my effects. Weiss walked off muttering about midget dolts for almost ruining her supply of dust.
Jaune turned to the goth girl, "What is your name?"
"Its Ruby ummm …"
:Jaune Arc" at your service Milady"
"Ruby giggled why of course my good sir"
"So Ruby do you know where we are supposed to go?"
"Umm not really but you want to walk together and maybe we can figure it out?
Jaune smiled as good naturedly as one can when they spent time in Mistral among the Witchers. "Sure."
Ruby saw the swords on her new friend's back and her interest was peaked. :Is that your weapon?"
"Yes it is did you want to see it?"
"Yes please!" Seeing her excitement he quickly pulled out his blade.
"This here is Crocea Mors its and Arc family heirloom."
Ruby looked at the blade admiring its craftsmanship. "Ah it's a great classic."
"Indeed where is your weapon?"
Ruby pulls out a rectangular object from behind her. "This here is my baby Crescent Rose, she is a scythe and also a high impact sniper rifle."
Jaune could see the work that went inti the blade and he could say he was honestly impressed.
"You made this?"
Ruby smiled brightly and nodded.
"Quite impressive."
"Oh look some students are entering that building, I guess we found what we were looking for."
"It sems so Ruby come along and we can meet up for orientation."