Sorry for the very very late update, with the test and final and stuff and I'm running out of fanfic to read and there are wayyy too much to write so I may do part 1 and 2 and rwby is on pause and I'm super lazy so I didn't work but I'm...kinda posting again so... here, thank giving and other stuff was fun, and now I back to writing and oh man, volume 8 is hype! but still, hope someone dies, or someone kiss, I like the show where there consequences

Chapter 6 Part 1

"I can't believe I forgot Oscar for 5 chapters! or is he being quiet?" The Empty thought while others arguing how Jaune can beat Qrow.

"Not only that Qrow is in his prime but he also not drunk or sober," Raven said.

"And Yang or Ruby have not yet defeat Qrow alone before Mr. Arc travel back to the time," Ozpin added.

"And not depressed," Qrow said.

"Come on! I want to see Jaune vs Uncle Qrow" Ruby shouted as everyone get in their seat.

The bandits surrounding the camp began to cheer and shout, sensing the oncoming combat and pushing to get the best view. The circle crowded in, tents and other items pushed away as a ring was roughly formed, not ten metres in diameter. The walls of it were flesh, muscle and the odd weapon. Had Qrow or Jaune wanted to leave, they wouldn't have been a recoeverytable to. Through it all, Raven smiled, goading her warriors on with a nonchalant air.

"What a dick face." Yang and Qrow thought about Raven smiled.

"Fight him?" Qrow asked, not at all bothered by the display or at least hiding it well. He looked Jaune up and down in what could only be a dismissive manner. "Alright, shouldn't be too hard." He brought forth his weapon and started to swing it, loosening his muscles. "But if I win, you have to stick to your side of the deal."

"I don't go back on my word."

"Heh, I guess that's at least one thing you're good at sticking with. It's a shame you never managed it with anything else."

"Oh man, you just got burn!" Mercury said.

"Huh, a villain that doesn't lie makes them even better, I would have way more respect for you Salem if you don't lie," Ironwood said.

"Extra burn," Qrow said.

"Ugh," Salem rolled her eyes, she almost cares...almost

The barbs and taunts never ceased and the crowd loved it, lapping up the tension and the promise of a good fight. Jaune was less keen and caught Raven by the elbow, pulling her aside. "What are you doing?" he hissed. "I'm not your champion and this isn't my fight. I don't want to fight him."

"It's a little late for that now."

"No, it's not. Fight him yourself. I've got no reason to do this."

"Oh? And here I thought you wanted your sword back," Raven smirked when he froze. Her hand gently took his, prying it off her arm and pushing it back against his chest. "Fight Qrow on my behalf and I shall give it back, no questions asked. You'll have what you came for and be free to leave."

"Are you trying to prove something?" Qrow asked as Raven shrugged.

It was a good offer… or at least a good point. He had to fight Raven to get it back anyway, and Qrow was on the same level as Raven, at least when she wasn't using the Spring Maiden's powers. He had no idea if she actually had those yet, but if he had to pick between fighting her and Qrow, then Qrow would be the easier choice, if only because he knew more about how the man fought.

"No, I'm better than your level," Raven said.

"I'm busting my ass every day on missions and fighting against Salem, What do you do all day." Qrow countered.

The bigger problem was that fighting Qrow aligned him with Raven and against Ozpin, and while it was definitely the case on the latter, he didn't exactly want that to be a known fact. His anonymity was supposed to be his biggest advantage, and that wasn't just being thrown out the window - it was being mailed directly to Ozpin with a gift tag. There was no way the headmaster wouldn't be hearing about this the moment Qrow got back to Vale. If he won, it would only be worse!

"How could it be worst?" Ruby asked Qrow.

"I don't know," Qrow answered as everyone shrugged.

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded, pulling Raven aside so that Qrow couldn't hear them whisper. "What do you have to gain?"

"To see how strong you are?" Winter suggested.

"Or she too lazy to fight him," Qrow smirked receiving a glare from Raven.

"That is for me to know and you to find out." Raven shucked off his hands and reversed Crocea Mors, holding it by the blade and pushing the hilt out towards him. "But if you need a little more incentive, I shall give it to you. Your goal is to reach Vale, and as soon as possible, no? The journey would take a week or more, perhaps two. I can have you there tomorrow, or close enough to cut your travel down to just a few hours."

Her Semblance; he'd almost forgotten about it. She could only move to people she had a bond with as far as he understood, but the hint on travel time suggested she had Taiyang in mind, which meant Patch. The small island was close to the city, barely six hours away by ferry. It would cut a lot of time off his trip and save any more distractions like this one. The only reason he hadn't thought of it before was that there was no real way to convince Raven to open one for him, or there hadn't been until now.

"You know, you were from Vacuo to Mistral while Vale is in the middle...couldn't you just jump out of the ship or something," Mercury asked.

"I don't know, maybe the door lock or something, something" Jaune said.

Again, she made it sound like such a good offer.

"The alternative is that I fight him," she said. "We're evenly matched, so if he wins I'll need to travel to Vale to see Ozpin. It might take a while for me to have the freedom to face you, which means I shall be keeping hold of your weapon for quite a while longer, and you'll have to accompany me to Vale if you want it back. Of course, even should I win, I might be too injured to fight you – so you would need to wait another week or so for me to heal. Can you afford to waste so much time?"

No, he couldn't. Even assuming she won, he'd end up stuck here. If she lost, then she'd have to go to Vale, and he – needing his sword – would be forced to follow. Meeting Ozpin this early wasn't just a bad idea; it was madness.

With a sigh, Jaune accepted his sword.

Raven's eyes sparkled like gems.

"Douchebag." The nice people in the room thought.

"I'm not doing this for you," he pressed. "I'm doing this because it helps me."

"I would have no respect for you were it the other way around. I'm not a damsel in distress who needs a man to fight her battles for her. This is simply entertainment. That and confirming something."

Well, that was certainly an ominous way to put it, but he shouldn't have expected any less. Jaune held his hand out for his sheathe but hooked it to his belt after a moment's thought. On the one hand, fighting without his shield would be a little harder, but having a surprise weapon against Qrow would be useful, and since this was inevitably going to be reported back to Ozpin, he wasn't sure it was a good idea to show a weapon's ability that would be identical to the one a certain student would have in ten years' time. Crocea Mors' blade looked different enough from the one that would exist in this time, but the shield did not.

"So Jaune can't use his shield against uncle Qrow's giant blade with a shotgun mode," Yang survey making Jaune winning chance even lower.

"Don't worry Yang, you know how movies are, Hero always wins," Nora said.

"Except this is not a movie," Oscar said.

"And I'm not a villain," Qrow added.

Jaune stalked away from Raven and toward Qrow, who stood waiting for him in the center of the ring. The man, though it felt odd to call him that when he looked so young, watched him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Finished flirting?" he asked.

"I wasn't flirting with her," Jaune replied. "And I'll thank you to not involve me in your family squabbles. Whatever is between you and her is between the two of you. Leave me out of it."

"Not possible. Not when you stand alongside her."

"Don't judge a book by its cover Qrow." Ozpin shooked his head.

"Yeah!, Why do you have to be so mean." Summer huffed.

"And stupid," Tai added.

"And an asshole," Raven said.

"Ok! I got it, God..." Qrow sighed.

I don't, asshole, Jaune felt like saying. Unfortunately, Qrow would never believe him. He had no reason to, and there wasn't much else of a good explanation for why he was here, nor why Raven had chosen to call him her champion.

"See, even he agreed," Raven said making Qrow even more embarrassed.

Losing on purpose wasn't an option, as amusing as it would have been to see the look on Raven's face. If he lost, she'd show her displeasure by keeping his sword all the way to Vale and forcing him to meet Ozpin. Between beating Qrow and earning suspicion or losing and having to meet Ozpin directly, the choice was easy.

Assuming he could beat Qrow at all, that was. Jaune readied his sword, held in two hands before him in a guard stance. I guess we'll soon find out.

"Finally..." Mercury muttered.

"You shall fight until surrender, injury or death," Raven called, leaping up onto her raised platform where she would have a wonderful view of the fight. To both his and Qrow's annoyance, she made a show of sitting down on a seat, slinging one leg gracefully over the other. "Do try to avoid the last option. I don't need a corpse stinking up my campsite."

"Aw, so you do care about your brother." Qrow teased but got no response from her.

"No promises," Qrow said.

"If he dies, we die," Glynda said.

Seriously? Jaune wasn't sure if it was to try and get into his head or not, but this Qrow seemed a lot more bloodthirsty than he was used to. Raven's terms were as brutal as he'd expected, though he doubted she had aura meters of combat arenas out here, so she did have an excuse. The lack of a ring-out option was a problem, but he'd just have to fight on and hope for the best.

Luckily, he knew Qrow's combat style, both from watching the man fight and sparring with him numerous times. The moment the bout began, Qrow would bait him in with some taunt, taking a defensive stance and waiting for an opening to—

"Begin!" Raven called.

"I changed my combat, he is screwed," Qrow informed.

Qrow rocketed forwards with a roar.

Jaune's eyes had a moment to widen in shock before he backpedalled, catching Qrow's sword on his at the last second and knocking it aside. The huntsman pushed forward and used both hands to force Jaune back, hurling him away. Jaune landed hard, stumbled on one leg, but ignored it as he parried the next attack, Qrow attacking with blistering speed and aggression.

"Holy shit!" Nora yelled out.

"I guess that Qrow when he serious, or not drunk," Tai said.

Too much so! Qrow was faster and stronger than he had been before, now in his prime and more than willing to use that to his advantage. Jaune found himself pressed before he could realise it, falling back under a withering hail of blows. It was all he could do to parry and try to put distance between them. Sweat beaded on his brow as he flicked another thrust aside, and took the chance to counter-attack, knocking Qrow back and giving himself some space to think.

"He's gonna lose unless he somehow got lucky," Summer said.

"Except there will be no luck because of Qrow semblance," Raven added as the youngling tensed up to think how Jaune could win this fight against the top 5 huntsmen on Remnant.

This was madness.

"I would like to brag on how awesome I am even though this doesn't feel like the right time," Qrow said.

This wasn't how Qrow fought – not at all. Jaune ducked under a wide swing and slipped under the man's guard, coming up behind him but leaping back when Qrow spun and cut down towards him. The constant assault was so bizarre that he had no idea what to do. Qrow was quick and strong, but had always been something of a strange combatant. He wasn't a strategist by any means, but he fought cautiously, using the terrain and every trick in the book to overwhelm his foe with brutal efficiency.

"He's thinking way too much," Pyrrha said.

He was not a male version of Yang Xiao-Long, replete with grunts on every attack, laughter whenever he knocked Jaune back, and a mocking smirk. And yet that was what he found himself facing. This was a Qrow in his prime, though as Jaune quickly realised, it was Qrow's his physical prime, not mental.

"He does look less fat than our Qrow," Winter taunted Qrow.

"Probably the alcohol he drank," Raven said.

"I'm not fat!" Qrow tried to defend himself.

"Who are you kidding Qrow, you're one beer away from fat," Tai said seriously making Qrow think he's not joking.

"I'm not fat! right Ozpin?" Qrow asks knowing Ozpin is the only one who is serious with him.

"Ughh...," Ozpin said making Everyone chuckled as Qrow groaned.

"What's the matter?" Qrow taunted. "Is that thing an ornament or are you going to swing it?"

"There's time for talk in a fight, but only in very specific circumstances," a more grizzled and guarded Qrow had told him. "If you need to stall, fine, but in all other cases the one who talks the loudest is the one who isn't paying attention. Don't be that idiot."

"Oh, ok lesson learned," Jaune said making everyone looked at him.

"That's is like a 1st-grade lesson," Ironwood said.

"Yeah, who even need to learn that," Glynda asked.

"Maybe someone who went to combat school?" Jaune said more embarrassed.

"Don't you watch superhero movies?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, if you addicted to superhero comic which you are Jaune, you would know that," Ruby added as Jaune dipped his head down in shame.

"Idiot," The villain thought.

They'd all been like that once, not only him but Yang, Ruby and Nora, all. They'd learned better as they grew older, only talking to shout out commands or warnings to one another. Was it possible Qrow hadn't learned that yet?

"Honestly, School is stupid, we just fight each other and you point out some form and that's it, maybe you should find a way to teach better Glynda," Qrow mocked Glynda.

"I knew it!" The students yelled at the same time.

"Listen Qrow! school is important because...Ughhhh," Glynda pause and started to think.

-Her class is just letting them fight each other and just telling them what to do next time without showing them.

-Oobleck talks so fast about history where soldiers fight each other, not huntsmen.

-Port teach about Grimm, And why do they even teach how to fight Grimm, just hit the dark part without the bone and that is it.

"Peach teaches about dust but why do they need to learn about dust so much, it like combining color with another color.

"Ha!" Qrow laugh.

"Dammit" Glynda gritted her teeth.

It looked like Qrow's lesson in the future had been built on personal experience.

"Nothing to say?" Qrow mocked.

There really was nothing, so Jaune leapt in and sent a probing attack for Qrow's left side. The man's blade parried his with ease, knocking it aside with a sharp bark of laughter. He cut inward, aiming for Jaune's throat, but a tilt of his body gave it nothing but air. In turn, he slipped in and drove the pommel of Crocea Mors into the side of Qrow's ribs, and then used his own weight to push the man back.

"Nice," Qrow said.

As much as it irked him to admit it, Qrow had the advantage when it came to a typical fight, even with Jaune knowing the man's fighting style, and Qrow being ten years younger than he had before. Still, there were some small differences and it was one of those Jaune decided to place his faith in. As he rammed the man, and before they parted, Jaune let go of Crocea Mors with one hand and sent it crashing into Qrow's face. It caught him in the jaw and knocked his head back, for once cutting off that smirk as Qrow bit his own tongue.

"NICE!" Nora cheered.

The bandits cheered wildly, deciding Jaune was the better one to support even though Qrow had once been a part of the tribe.

To Qrow's credit, the blow barely fazed him. He staggered back, warding his sword before him to prevent a follow-up. Once there was a little distance between them, he reached up with one hand to test his jaw, wincing.

"Tch," he said, spitting a little blood to the side. "Cheap shot."

"Kinda ironic that you probably the one who's taught him how to cheap shot and probably did more cheap shot than anyone in this entire room," Ironwood said.

"OK! I got it, geez," Qrow sighed.

Had it been any other situation, Jaune might have fainted. Cheap shot? Cheap shot!? This was a fight. Not only did anything go, but the one he'd learned that technique from was the person currently insulting it. Hell, he'd only learned it from Qrow because the asshole kept using it on him. There were only so many times you could be punched in the face before you had it down by memory.

This really wasn't Qrow at all, was it?

"Almost Qrow," Qrow said.

Or it was, but it was different. The physical factors were there, but he'd not counted for the other parts – the ten years difference between the man who stood before him and the man he'd meet at Beacon. He'd expected things to be different, that maybe Qrow would be a little weaker, but by this much? No, not weaker. Less refined. Qrow's strength and speed was ridiculous, as was his skill, but the huntsman was somehow less tempered. He didn't have that wary edge that gave Qrow the advantage; that constant caution that spoke of a man who'd been through hell and learned to expect it at every moment.

Perhaps that was it. Perhaps this Qrow just hadn't been through enough. But what could have changed in just ten years to turn a man from the sober huntsman before him, who resembled Yang at her best, to a jaded and paranoid shell of a man willing to give his life for Ozpin? Something big, that much was for sure.

"Oh mine, I wondered who that is," Cinder said.

"It the redhead's mother Cinder, even I know," Mercury answered.

"I was being sarcastic," Cinder glared at him.

"Oh no, you were supposed to use a sarcastic voice, now I look stupid," Mercury was being serious.

"I think that makes you a great actor boss," Emerald said.

"Thank you Emerald,".

"I'm sorry for leaving you Qrow," Summer said holding Qrow hand.

"It's not your fault Summer,".

"Kinda is, I mean why did you go alone and didn't tell Ozpin about it but whatever, let go with that." Cinder was being a dick making people glared at her.

Their blades crashed together again, Jaune giving ground as he parried each attack, keeping his sword central to his body and refusing to take any of the gaps Qrow left him. In the future, those would have been traps, and a part of him still saw them as such and feared Qrow getting the upper hand. The worst part was that given by Qrow's savagery and lack of guard, they really weren't traps at all. Qrow really did have gaps in his defence.

"Yay!" Yang cheered that the past Qrow still has weaknesses.

It was on the next pass that Jaune decided to test one. Qrow's attack came in high and clashed off his sword, but Jaune ducked low, stepped under and rammed his shoulder into Qrow's gut. With their swords locked above them, he drove the huntsman forward and let go, tossing him a few feet. Though Qrow managed to land, it was awkward and clumsy, and that left him unable to properly defend when Jaune slashed down with a two-handed blow.

Qrow tried nonetheless but his footing wasn't there. He managed to deflect it but flew back, falling on his ass before he rolled away and staggered back up. As the crowd jeered and laughed, Qrow's cheeks tinted.

"Alright, so you're no mere bandit. I guess I'll have to take you seriously."

"He was not taking Jaune serious at all?" Weiss asked in shock.

"No, he was being insecure, I'm shocked that you shock. I'm not making this a cringy story guy." The Empty said.

"I hate you," Qrow said for embarrassing him.

"I like you," Raven said for embarrassing her brother.

"A real huntsman always takes his foe seriously," Jaune said, breaking his own rule to speak. He couldn't help it, though. Qrow's words felt like a personal insult to his own teacher, as ironic as that sounded since he meant Qrow himself.

"Ha!" Raven laughed.

"That was a fake laugh, not even funny," Qrow hissed.

"It was real, believe me," Raven said.

The older Qrow wouldn't have taken someone anything less than seriously, no matter who they were or what they looked like.

"Oh, the bandit thinks he knows something about being a huntsman?" Qrow mocked, fighting to regain what confidence he'd lost. "That's cute. I'll have you know I graduated from Beacon Academy, the best academy in all of Remnant. I'm one of the strongest huntsmen in Vale."

"And we are better, Team JNPR is the best," Nora said.

"You know, I never like that name," Jaune was being honest.

"Same, feel like it should be for a planet or something," Pyrrha gave her opinion.

"I'm ok with it," Ren said.

"What?!, what would make a better name than that," Nora asked.

"Ugh..." Jaune thought for a while, "Team AVNR stands for the Avenger,".

"Nooooo...Yeah, it actually pretty good!" Nora turned to Ozpin, "Can we change our team name after we done with this sir?".

"Sure Miss Valkyrie," Ozpin replied.

He was, and to be fair if this were a fair fight of Beacon-sanctioned spar, Qrow would have won easily. The problem was his attitude though, and the fact that Jaune had been trained to ignore things like honour and fair play and seek victory wherever he could. Like Qrow said, the older one that was, the only thing that mattered in a fight was winning. And seeing this Qrow stood before him with a cocky smirk and a lackadaisical attitude?

It was honestly a little disappointing.

"I'm not that bad," Qrow muttered.

Jaune went on the attack suddenly, closing the distance between them and lashing out with wide and heavy blows, forcing the huntsman onto the defensive. He'd always been more of an endurance fighter himself, never quite capable of the graceful techniques Pyrrha had tried to impart. He'd learned them as best he could, but flips had to be traded for rolls and snap-kicks for shoulder-charges.

Pyrrha was one of a kind while he was just one of many, but that didn't mean he hadn't picked up a few tricks, and as he pushed Qrow back toward the crowd, it was one such he employed. With a mighty crash, he knocked Qrow's sword wide, but also allowed his own to over-extend, providing an opening. Qrow saw it, and like the aggressive fighter he'd never really been, couldn't hold back from taking advantage, lunging in.

"Jaune, you are unde-" Pyrrha was cut off by Jaune.

"I know, I'm sorry," Jaune said putting a smile on Pyrrha's face.

Jaune's knees hit the dirt, along with his shoulder and body, watching Qrow sail by overhead, wide-eyed at his opponent's sudden dive. As Qrow stumbled over him, Jaune scraped up a healthy pile of dust and pebbles and threw them in Qrow's face.

"You were right Jaune!" Penny said.

"Thank Penny," Jaune nodded.

"Not over yet!" Qrow yelled, he is ok with losing but not with some dirt in his eyes

"Arghhh!" Qrow staggered back with one hand clutched to his face, trying to wipe the debris from his eyes. He cried out again when Jaune's leg swept around, catching him in the back of the shin and sweeping his foot away. Qrow fell hard and tried to roll away.

But Jaune was on him before he could. One hand grappled with Qrow's sword, wrenching it from his grasp and tossing it away, while his other – too close to use his own – instead hammered down with the pommel, striking Qrow in the neck with a blow that left him gasping for breath.

"Aw fuck," Qrow sink into his chair as the students cheered!

With a grunt and a final kick to the groin - just to make sure he stayed down - Jaune scrabbled off and pointed his blade down to tickle Qrow's throat. "You've lost," he panted. "Yield."

"Yay! he won!" Ruby cheered.

"That was a good fight," Summer said as the adults and students agreed with her

"Kinda anti-climate," Mercury mumbled.

"Let keep watching," The Empty said.

If you got any good and easy to understand fanfic about Jaune, please dm me and the famous one, I already kinda know, kinda into marvel fanfic right now, sorry for the English part that bad, kinda lazy to check... or I'm just bad