PAIN.

Wasn't Jaune friend right now. Right now, Jaune's friend was the floor? He was still in the sickly purple realm of Sulyvahn - getting trained, teached and insulted every time he failed something. The Young Pontiff didn't know how long he'd been here, but he was sure that he was here longer than two or three weeks.

That was worrying to think. Did time stop inside those weird places? Jaune sure hoped so, he didn't want to wake up years later back to Remnant. His family would be worried sick right now if he suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night to appear out of nowhere three weeks later.

He shuddered. Yikes. Logical questions weren't his priority right now since his first week of training, he learned a lot of things had no sense to it.

Things that didn't make sense?

First, the floor he was on - where there actually was no floor, but simply an invisible solid ground. Two, Sulyvahn's motherfucking speed! He was a thirteen foot talls tree humanoid, yet he was fighting with the grace of a dancer and lunging so fast it felt like teleportation!

Three, Sulyvahn in general. Somehow he could glide in a semicircular arc to stab you from behind, then he would spin on himself with his greatsword in hands to smash you and would stab, slice, crunch, smash and combo without ever stopping!

TWENTY-SIX COMBOS-HITS! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!? TWENTY-SIX!

Jaune was being a hypocrite to be honest and he himself knew it. Since the start of his training, he never felt hunger once or even fatigue. Apparently the hunger factor was simply from the realm, but the fatigue was one of his gifts from the Gods.

Infinite Stamina as Sulyvahn explained to him, was simple as it was called. It was like having an infinite stamina bar where he could run, attack or whatever he wanted infinitely.

An awesome ability... Until Sulyvahn infinitely beat your ass.

There was so much more he could develop from his gift apparently, but Sulyvahn decided to solely focus on the physical trait for now.

That was why he was as weird as Sulyvahn, because now he could lunge really, really fast just like him and glide in a semicircular arc somehow. He could faintly remember how Sulyvahn described to him how to do it and he planted face first on the floor.

The burns still hurt even right now…

But Sulyvahn's magic could heal and that was good… Until he also infinitely heals your ass to beat you even more!

Getting smacked in the head by giant chunks of metal hurt and Jaune was pretty sure not to be some kind of masochist. So he learned pretty fast to roll and dodge every swipe from his mentor.

The fighting style of Sulyvahn was also something familiar to Jaune - only because of the dancing aspect of it but fighting was just like dancing right?

"Get up you fool." Sulyvahn said once he approached Jaune. "Don't stain your robes. Fast, get up!"

Ah. Yes. Now he wore the same clothes of Sulyvahn. A white and grey ceremonial robes adorned with golden jewelry and a crown resembling molten gold atop of his mop of blond hair. It was good looking he thought, it was warm and it didn't hinder any of his movements so that was a plus for him. Still, his mentor said something that was…

"How am I supposed to stain my clothes with a non-existent floor?" Jaune rolled over to his sides to stand up immediately. Not a bead of sweat on his body thanks to the gift from the Gods.

"Fool." Jaune looked up. Waiting for Sulyvahn's answer. "Just, shut up." Jaune lowered his frowning face.

Not cool, man he thought. Not cool…

"Stop making this face. You look like a sad sapling." The Old Pontiff clapped his hand together, discarding his greatswords into the nothingness somehow - Another thing that didn't make sense~

"All right. Jaune," Uh oh. Sulyvahn never called anyone with the first name basis. It was either 'Fool', 'Little sapling' or sometimes 'scrub'. "Your journey will be fierce and harsh, you need to understand what you will fight."

"What do you mean?" Jaune said. "Don't priests like… Preach?"

"Kinda," Sulyvahn shrugged, uncaring of his persona. "But that isn't what I mean Jaune."

"Why would I fight anyone? You only told me I'd have to find four relics around the world. That's it isn't it?"

"Fool. For what reasons do you think i've been training you?" Sulyvahn inquired for him. The Young Pontiff himself didn't know the answer from the beginning, honestly, he simply went with it - Plus, free training and awesome technique that defied physics and logics.

"To fight Grimm during my travels?"

"Yes and no. You'll fight Grimm, that's for sure. But what I really mean is the fact that everyone will fight you Jaune."

Jaune blinked. Everyone…? He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I-In what sense?"

"In the literal sense. I'm not shitting you when I say, literally everyone will try to kill you." Sulyvahn bluntly explained. "Like, if anyone knows of your intentions. They. Will. Kill. You."

What? "W-Why!"

"Duh. Human nature. Knowing that two super powerful beings will live in your world does that. And if they can prevent that by killing one scrawny teenager like you, they'll do it. By the way you'll fight the bad guys and the good guys."

What!? That doesn't even make sense! Where does that come from? Are people really this paranoid? Jaune started sweating for the first time since his training and that wasn't even from his real training.

"Calm down. Don't start to break down, you haven't even begun your journey yet."

"B-b-but," Damn his stuttering! Panic! Is that how people feel when they're having a crisis identity!? "How will I do this if everyone tries to stop me?"

"Beat their ass." Sulyvahn crossed his arms. "You can talk first if you want, sure. But after a moment you'll need to beat their ass like the scrub they are." He raised one fist, firmly grasping the air as if the world was between his fingers. "Then, when they are at their lowest, taunt them over their toppled beaten bodies and assert your dominance, after that you'll establish a New World Order where your eyes will be everywhere. Then, you get even more gifts from the Gods." Spreading his arms wide, he continued to monologue. "Then after everything! You seduced a princess and secretly allied yourself with the Royalty's nemesis! Right during the wedding, you stab her through her guts and trap everyone inside the castle. Quickly, the Royalty's nemesis come to the Castle and start eating every guest and the Royal family to become a demi-god! Now, as an ally of a demi-god, you control your own kingdoms and army!" He exclaimed loudly.

Crossing his arms again and sighing deeply one last time. Sulyvahn looked at his sole student. "And that's how you went from a sapling to a Tyrant badass." He nodded - entirely to himself, having reminiscent memories of the past.

"..."

"..."

"How the fuck are you even a Pope?" Jaune blurted out.

"People needed to get their ass beaten before, that's why the Gods chose me." He shrugged. "'Hey Suly, there's a quarrel between two kingdoms, can you stop them before they start sacrificing babies to 'strengthen their morals?' Sure, yeah, why not."

"B-but the peace? And the friendship…?" The Young Pontiff looked disheartened.

"Oh yeah. Don't worry. There will be peace, utopia and all those things, but for that you'll need to fight."

"Okay…" Jaune mumbled. Soon, determination showed through his eyes, his features sharpened and his posture straightened. "Okay. I understand. I'll be ready for it."

"Are you sure?" Sulyvahn said, he tilted his head to mimic an eyebrow raised.

Jaune felt the fire of his soul burning. He felt ready - he WAS ready! He wasn't the same 'scrub' of before as his mentor called him. He could fight with giant godly swords, glide around opponents to stab them from behind. He was even able to combo twenty-six hits like Sulyvahn! He had an infinite stamina bar and would soon be able to do even more. What could stop him? Nothing! Fighting Grimm would be like stealing candies from babies and fighting a human opponent would be as easy I hope. He felt like taking on the whole world because he knew he would be! His Arc charm was oozing right now.

"Yeah!" He nearly shouted, answering Sulyvahn. "I'm ready for it! If I have to fight against the whole world, I'll do it!" He uncrossed his two greatswords and took the same idle stance that Sulyvahn did all the time before a fight.

"K. Good luck then." He connected his finger, ready to snap them.

Wait, what. "Wait right now?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Yeah. Check the paper in your robe when you wake up." Jaune's mind suddenly disconnected from Sulyvahn's realm as he snapped his finger just like the Gods. His vision blurred and shined so brightly he closed his eyes, lest he became blind. Realities fastened at the speed of light and he felt doubled over again on a wooden floor.

Again and again, he groaned, shifted and tumbled before slowly opening his eyes to the sight of a shrine in front of him. The first thing he noticed, the shrine was not the one he made, this one was good looking and not made of pebbles and rock assembled together as a whole.

"Ughh…" He groaned and coughed like a zombie. "I'll never get over this process. This felt horrible..." Bringing himself to his feet, he secondly noticed his actual feet - without sneakers. Jaune's eyes widened as he looked at his entire attires.

"Oh, shiiiiii…"

He was dressed in Sulyvahn's realm attires. With the long and majestual grey and white robes adorned with even more jewelry than before. He had one large golden necklace with eyes of gold embedded into it. There were even more golden necklaces on himself and his crown felt heavier but not burdening. His two greatswords were there too, crossed in an 'X' on his back.

How were his greatswords attached? No idea, but Jaune himself defied the laws of physics.

"Well, guess I lost my clothes…" Jaune, the Pontiff of Remnant said. "My Pumpkin's Pete hoodies!" He realized. "Noooooo…"

He already lost all his entire drive and determination just like that. If Sulyvahn saw him in this state he would have strangled him and called him a fool.

Oh wait Sulyvahn-

"Yeah. Check the paper in your robe when you wake up."

Jaune rummaged through his robe somehow and found a piece of paper folded. Unfolding it, he read the elegant yet blunt sentence.

"List of people you'll need to beat for world's peace :

Leonardo Lionheart for the Relic of Knowledge.

Ozpin (The weirdo) for the Relic of Choice.

Theodore for the Relic of Destruction

James Ironwood for the Relic of Creation.

-ps : the weirdo is a reincarnated wizard so it's not gonna be ez"

"Huh." Jaune blinked at the ps. He snorted and folded the paper before putting it back in a pocket. "First on the list. Leonardo Lionheart I'm coming for you!" He uncrossed his ultra-greatsword - The Profaned Greatsword - and hoisted it up in the air, accidentally cutting through the Hut's roof with it.

"...Maybe I should get out first." Jaune lowered the greatsword slowly. Glancing at the unfamiliar inside of the Hut, he opened the door and mentally prepared himself to explain to his family the chaos that happened.

It's the night. He remarked once outside. Hopefully no time passed as I was training.

Jaune turned left, in the direction of his family's house - to find a dense forest blocking the way. He turned right to see more trees blocking. He looked behind him to see the hut's exterior was different from the one possessed by the Arc's family.

"Oh, c'mon," He groaned. In response, his stomach growled to his reminder of his hunger being here again. "I'm lost and hungry, geez. Thank Gods."

He uncrossed his second greatsword - The Greatsword of Judgement - and twirled the blades between his fingers with ease and practice (practice done during Sulyvahn's teaching). Resting his ultra-greatsword on his shoulder even though the weapons were weightless, he walked toward the soles routes inside the forest.

He walked at first, still perplexed about everything that happened and that will happen. His conversation with Sulyvahn kept coming back in his head.

Then he jogged, testing his gift Infinite Stamina in the real world. He quickly noticed he didn't feel any strain or fatigue. His breathing was even.

Feeling hungry, he finally runned at a good pace - not his maximum but a pretty fast one. His airs swayed back because of the speed and if it weren't for his unlocked aura (Thanks to Sulyvahn) his naked feets would have hurted. The feeling of the cool air against his skin was pleasing and a smile ghosted his face as he kept running through the dense forest.

He halted his running when his smile faltered.

Wait. Dense forest. Night. That's a scenario for a gri-

A growl or a roar sounded near him.

Jinxed it~ the faint voice of Sulyvahn sang in the back of his head.

"Okay Jaune, that's one grimm. You've handled worse before." The Young Pontiff fearlessly mimicked the fighting stance of his mentor, his ultra-greatsword levelled above of his shoulder and the other greatsword above of his waist, pointing at the two-red eyes hidden in the dark of the forest.

Momentum and lunging. Just like always, speed and brutal attack, just like what he taught you. He shook his head, fiery ambition burning through his deep blue eyes. A scowl gracing his face.

One small step forward, a second, larger one and he lunged at the target with his ultra-greatsword cutting through the hidden Ursa Major that didn't even had time to comprehend what happened.

Jaune skidded through the black mist because of the momentum of the attack, he planted his feet to stop himself from moving more or tumbling.

That was it. One glance at the black mist evaporating in the air for confirmation and yeah. The big grimm was gone. His fingers twitched because of the adrenaline and his chest rose in success.

He smiled. Proud of his first Grimm killed, he couldn't even see what this Grimm looked like because of the dark, but he looked kind of big because of the large mist behind.

Then Jaune stopped smiling as four- sixteen- a lot of bloody red eyes opened in the forest. They all looked at the Pontiff and he remembered initially that he was just another teenager like anybody. That he initially read comics and played video games like anybody. That he was supposed to do teenager-things and was not supposed to be walking in the middle of the forest in the night.

Jaune took one small step back and more than ten Beowolves appeared from the shadows of the forest.

Shit. Can you outrun Grimm?

Ozpin's spy. Ozpin's lapdog. Ozpin's whatever you want to name it.

Qrow Branwen, former bandit of the Branwen Tribe. Now one of the best huntsmen in all of Vale. Member of the inner circle of Ozpin's group and teacher at Signal Academy. Coolest uncle in Remnant and professional alcoholic.

Right now, Qrow was a mix between a spy and an alcoholic inside an inn. He was just blending in...

Sent on a mission to retrieve intels on a Mistral's local gang apparently working for a powerful contractor. This so-called contractor was supposedly Salem herself or one of her lieutenants. Qrow was here to find out who it was and if possible stop them with the help of Mistral's authority.

Even with the magical power Ozpin bestowed upon Qrow, this mission was going to take a long time to uncover.

At least it wasn't going to be boring because of him.

Him being a weird teenager barging inside the inn in a hurry. He wore some kind of religious robe with golden bracelets and necklaces. There was an impressive crown on his mop of blonde hair and two greatswords way too large for someone like him to wield.

He wasn't sweating, but seemed to be distressed about something. This kid was probably the same age or nearly the same as his niece Yang, yet he exposed an interesting kind of aura.

A good one, but not a perfect one.

"Hey you," Qrow called or slurred to him. "Ain't you too young to be in a place like this?"

The blond boy turned to Qrow who was sitting on a stool near the counter. After a brief moment of hesitation, he approached the huntsmen and sat next to him - angling himself making sure not to touch anything with his crossed greatswords on his back.

Qrow shifted himself to face the blond boy. "Didn't I say you were too young for this kind of place? By the way, interesting choice of attire, kid. You into roleplay?" Qrow said amused.

The blond boy snorted with a grimace. Ah, must have smelled the alcohol. "No, I'm not here to drink anything." He unfolded a piece of paper in his hand before speaking. "I'm searching for a… Leonardo Lionheart? Did I say that right?" He tilted his head a little bit.

Haven headmaster academy. This kid wants to be a huntsman? He has the weapon to back up at least...

"You want to be a huntsman kid?" Qrow said not wanting to beat around the bushes.

A brief flash of fear appeared in the blond boy's eyes, he averted his gaze slightly yet that was enough for Qrow to notice. The kid had impressive enough weapons and surely the training with it, but he didn't have the enthusiasm of huntsman-in-training when talking about the subject. Don't look like any kind of bounty hunter… Maybe he's really just a Roleplayer?

"No! No, I'm just… I just wish to speak with this man." The blond boy answered, moving his hand frantically.

"Y'know who he is?" Qrow asked the blond boy who just shook his head.

He's not lying.

"Headmaster of Haven Academy, you'll need a good reason to be able to speak with him, kid." Qrow explained to the boy. He saw the blond boy grimaced again at the mention of Haven Academy. "You have a scroll right?"

"Yea- Oh wait. No, I… Sort of lost it." The blond boy smiled sheepishly while scratching the sides of his hair. He was nervous. He's lying, maybe not entirely, but not telling the truth either.

Qrow narrowed his eyes. The kid didn't have the look of a bandit either. What was he? Not a huntsman, that's for sure. Also not a bounty hunter or mercenary, his attire was too flashy. He needed to contact a specific headmaster but hadn't had a single clue about who it was. Ah, fuck it. Let's be blunt, if he becomes suspicious I'll play the drunk guy.

"What are you?" Qrow slurred easily.

"A Pope." The blond boy blurted out. He did a double take, widened his eyes and covered his mouth with one hand.

...A Pope? Qrow looked at the two gigantic swords crossed at the kid's back. The boy must be stronger than he looks since apparently it didn't burden him to carry those two gargantuan blades everywhere.

Who would need a Pope armed to the teeth, ready for war? Religion wasn't a popular subject in Remnant since faith couldn't actually protect you from Grimm, but still what kind of degenerate would need an armed Pope-

Her. Qrow narrowed eyes lightly turned into a glare... Or maybe he's really just a hardcore Roleplayer. Kinky. He relaxed and chuckled. Kids these days.

"And you preach with those swords of yours?" Qrow pointed out amused.

The blond boy made a confused noise, then reached behind his back and touched the hilt of one of his greatswords. He immediately understood what Qrow meant and flushed slightly in embarrassment. Easy tease material, I hope he never meets Yang or else he'll die from her or maybe Tai.

"Ah... Uh. It's to protect myself against Grimm."

Qrow relaxed and fished out his scroll from his pocket. He tapped the location of Haven Academy in the map and handed it to the blond boy who took it. He nodded and gave it back before asking. "Also, is there anything here to eat? I haven't eaten in a very long moment."

"Sure is, kid," Qrow pointed to a seven-feet tall man behind the counter cleaning glass. "Just ask nicely to the big bears over there. Nice talking to you kiddo, time for me to go." He slapped a bundle of lien on the counter and jumped out of the stool before going outside of the inn.

Once outside was clear of any prying eyes, he turned into his crow's form and departed from the regions.

Heh. Preaching with a sword.

Going in the right direction - thanks to the drunk's scroll. Jaune's mind was overheating. He wasn't in Vale anymore, he was in Mistral now, which actually helped so that was good. What didn't help was the fact that he was heading to a huntsman Academy. Huntsman Academy was good people and good people were sadly his enemies since they'll most likely stop him.

He needed to keep his goal as a secret, he almost freaked out when he revealed himself as a Pope to the guy at the inn, thankfully he was drunk so he would forget.

The good thing to know, nobody knows what a Pontiff is. The last Pontiff was from Sulyvahn's era, so that was expected.

Still, so many questions without answers, just adding more questions in his head. What if the headmaster refused to give him the relic? He'll have to get it by force. What if the police try to arrest him? He'll have to fight them. What if the worlds marked him as some sort of crazy zealot fanatics to arrest on sight? He'll have to fight against the world! If the price of peace is to fight, he'll do it. He couldn't back down now, it would be like breaking his promise. That wouldn't do.

He was ready! Ready to fight anyth-

"Oof" Jaune collided with a woman - or a wall, and fell on the grass.

He was about to apologize when his gaze caught a pair of well toned legs hidden behind high-leggings going up at her mid-thigh. Higher up, she wore a red and black dress cut with a short underneath it. An impressive scabbard hung at her waist and red armored gauntlets protected the length of her forearms. Meeting her eyes - or what was supposed to be her eyes was one fucking scary nevermore mask with black outline.

He got up and took maybe seven steps back out of caution. He looked to his side and saw a dozen armored and rugged looking men surrounding him in a circle.

"Not all battles will be winnable alone, fool." The voice of Sulyvahn said

"What do I do then?" He remember asking.

Sulyvahn shrugged. "Seduced the enemies, stab them in the back or manipulate them. I dunno, never found anything I can't beat alone."

Ah shit. Sulyvahn you fuck. Time for the good ol' Arc charm…

Jaune straightened his postures and squared his shoulder. It would have been impressive with his attire and weaponry if he hadn't pathetically fell on the ground earlier.

He cleared his throat and looked the lady in front of him dead in the eyes.

"That's a nice pair of toned legs you have there Miss."