Who is ready for longest chapter for a story I have ever created? I wasn't (:)). But pajesus this is long, took me quite a bit to write up too. It is over 7000 words without the beginning or end part. But that doesn't matter, the chapter is done and I'm not shortening it. Think of it as a bonus of sorts. Now for the reviews.

First up, adislt: To answer your question; yes and no, let me explain. The original idea(still the basic idea.) was to have children from different futures appear. Their parents would be Jaune and another RWBY character, this includes the males. Now this doesn't mean that this Jaune will get romantically involved with them; it just means that in some parallel future, Jaune was paired with that person. I'm not a homophobe, I just personally see Jaune as a straight guy.

Second in line, Alewar Warinot: How many indeed. The poor guy was captured and…'tortured'? (Eros, help me out here.) [The kid got FUCKED!] (Thanks.) But you never know; maybe they used protection, maybe he was turned into a slave, maybe he was forced to play uno, in the end we'll never truly know. But at least the kid won't be staring at a girls chest anytime soon.

Thirdly, Ghostly(heh, rhyme!): When a person works in a club that deals with pleasurable activities, they become more compliant with following orders that involve their profession, especially when it pays better. You see, I looked up the average prostitutes hourly rates to find it's around 50-2000 dollars. Since I'm treating lien like american currency(Even though it's based on yen.), 10000 lien doesn't seem so small. I'm not making fun of you, nor am I mad, just wanted to put it into perspective. But you are right about one thing, the tactical mindset is one of the key reasons for this.

Fourthly, Guest: Yes, yessss. Someone who understands, everyone of my friends think I'm weird for liking her. But you have good taste, you have tasted the Neapolitan kool-aid and have joined the brown, white and pink!

Fifthly, thereichfulgerman: Indeed.

Sixthly, Zebube: You know what pal, don't feel too bad. I'll admit, it was really hard for me to get into RWBY at first. I was just put off by the animation and acting during season 1-2. I got into it through fanfictions, oddly enough. It was only after season 3 came around that I started to watch the show.

Well, enough talk. Enjoy your 7978 word chapter!

Chapter 3: Just deserts.

(Location: Vacuo coffee shop.)

(Time: BB/Before Beacon, Jaunes is 15 years of age.)

(POV: Jaune.)

Ditto and I were currently sitting at a table outside of a lovely coffee shop. Our reason for this wasn't to relax or plot devious operations. It was to observe, observe the many people that surrounded us. The table had a perfect view of the many kinds of establishments and people who made up our world.

Vacuo was always famous for its peoples variety of classes. A quarter were rich, a quarter were poor, a quarter were in between and a quarter were so criminalized that it didn't matter. This of course sprouted many establishments of the same kind for the different classes.

Today we were 'pub watching'. Our position allowed us to see all four of the major bars and clubs, each with colorful people to doing business inside them. I would go into detail but Ditto seemed to have that under control.

"That brothel over there is where your common criminals and senseless shitbags congregate." Ditto pointed out.

I gave him a blank glance. "It says it's a barber shop."

"Bah! That's what they want you to think." He scoffs and takes a sip of his glass of water he spiked. "That over there is where the drama queens and thieves go. Even though the store hands out donations, it isn't enough to appease the poor."

"They take more than their given. It's human nature to resort to any means in order to obtain what isn't theirs." I resight.

Ditto smirked at my words. "I taught you well. That store over there is a bar, plain and simple. The good and the bad get drinks while spouting obscenities and information. Info is good for any side and any profession."

I resight once more. "Knowledge can end a fight before it even starts right?"

"Yep. Now that place over there is where the rich snot nosed brats who expect all there problems to go away with money!...sorry, higher class people, go. You'll find the easily corrupt in these places so be sure you prepare for potential back-stabs. Especially from-" I cut Ditto off during another one of his rage filled ramblings.

"Especially from Schnees, yeah I get it already, you hate Schnees. Jeez, what did they do to you anyways?" I asked.

"They acted like Schnees!" Ditto's outburst drew unwanted attention to us.

After everything calmed down, some desserts were placed in front of us. 'Lovely treats for a job well done' is what Ditto would say. When we got to Vacuo and he started doing this it caught me off guard, thought he poisoned the cookies. But a luck would have it that couldn't be further from the truth.

I've been pondering a ton of things lately. Before we took our journey I thought Ditto was a tyrannical coach who enjoyed my suffering. But as the training seemed to get easier and my mind matured, things started to look different when I thought back on things. Previous regimens seemed pitiful, words I took literally had hidden meanings and the smiles he gave as I complained went from cruel to caring. It confused me.

"Hey Ditto?"

"Yes Jaune?"

"Why are we observing those people instead of conversing with them?"

"Easy question. When you meet a person, the first thing you judge them by is their appearance. This is bad in most cases but does help people get a glimpse of what the person is like. People tell lies, their body language speaks the truth. It also helps you read your opponent during battle."

"I expected as much, everything you teach me can be used in combat. Smooth talk, outfit choices, how to bend a spoon. Hell, you taught me how to kill someone with a coin flip."

"The aim is the important part." Ditto nodded with a grin. "So that all you have to say, or is that look on your face foreshadowing a bowel movement?"

"Yeah I do. Why do you do the things you do? I'm trying to understand how you operate but every-time I think I got the answer you pull my foundation down again."

"What brought this on? Could it be that fateful night? The night you embraced over a dozen women?"

"Don't bring that up please. I still feel exhausted just thinking about it. It really didn't help that you kept kicked me back into the room to do it again."

"How was that by the way? I think I got them to do it like 3-4 times."

"Doesn't matter to me. Because of that stunt I can't look at a girl the same way anymore. I mean I can get it up but there is no arousal whatsoever when I look at a woman and when they wear revealing clothes it gives me a headache."

"Good, you'll definitely deal with people who'll try to get into your pants. That's why it's important to have complete control over your libido. It's a dead giveaway when a man's 'little brother' stands at attention."

"You made yourself clear when you threw me to the wolves so shut up about it. I have other important questions to ask."

"Well, lay them on me."

"Throughout the entirety of my training I have not fought a single Grimm. You never gave me a straight answer when I asked you before and I feel like I should get an answer."

"Another simple question. Tell me Jaune, what's sounds scarier to you; a horde of idiotic pitch black beasts who are able to take down small civilizations with ease or a single grizzled old man who could destroy kingdoms with half-assed effort?"

"The man..."

"Damn straight! You'll see what I mean when you fight the Grimm for the first time. They look deadly, but looks aren't everything. Anybody becomes scary when they push people into corners, read them like single page pamphlets and show them how pointless struggling is in the end. I am far more terrifying than any Grimm, and once I'm done you'll be the same."

"Alright, I think I understand. Next question; why did you choose to move to Vacuo?"

"Similar reason for the Grimm question. Vacuo's slogan is 'if you can live here, you can live anywhere'. That fun line is the foundation for your training; if you can beat me, you can beat the Grimm. By doing extreme exercises, average exercises begin to lose their impact. When something bad happens, you can stand tall and say that you've been through worse."

"Changes my perspective about situations, makes me calmer in situations that cause panic. I can even use what I learned from dangerous situations during bad situations."

Ditto gave me an odd look before he smiled with pride. "I know for a fact I didn't teach you that. Your already learning on your own."

"I did have a great and caring teacher." I smiled back.

His smile changed to that of a sadists. "Next training session will make you eat those words."

We both shared a laugh and finished our meals. Ditto then sent me to home base while he prepared for a mission. However I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

(Location: Backstreets of Vacuo.)

(POV: Ditto.)

This entire job was troubling. I had taken a job from the mission board for hunters in order to secure more funds. It was for my pupil, for when he finally kicked my ass and left me to rot in some hole somewhere. Ahhh, that will be one hell of a day.

"Stop where you-Gah!" A quick slice decapitated the guard.

Though these thoughts kept me going, something was painfully obvious. This mission was supposed to be for high rank hunters and yet I could see a single huntsman-in-training complete this without an issue.

Three more thugs showed up. "Die you son of a-Hurk!" I stabbed my blade through the middle thug and twisted the blade so it stuck out the sides. Then I flipped over the thug on my left and kicked him into the handle, the force pushed all the thugs together to form a shish kebab.

I mean these guys don't have aura, that fact alone would make this at most a C-rank mission. But considering these mobs aren't even hardened criminals, I could say that this mission should be about E-rank in difficulty.

A fat man peeked out of a reinforced door at the end of the hallway. "What's taking so long-" My foot kicked the door into the man's skull, crushing his head like a grape.

Yes, no doubt in my mind, something bigger is going on here. To many things are pointing towards this job having more to it than meets the eye. All of it had to be orchestrated by the creator of the mission, using the anonymous mission making system.

I walked through the door, a servant walked towards me with ignorance. "Here's your coffee si-" I bashed her head with my shield, knocking her out. I was about to finish her off but realized she was a slave instead of a servant.

There are many reasons for why this quest was put up. To get high ranking hunters alone for a chat, kidnap the cocky hunters for experiments, the list goes on and on.

A grown woman walked through a secret passage with a clipboard in hand. "We need to talk Do-" I threw my sword and shield at her. The sword pierced her body and was then pushed further by the shield that followed behind.

Whatever the case may be didn't matter. It pushed me onward through the sub-par gang Hideout. A savage smile grew as my excitement did. I walked down the stairs of the secret hallway, finding myself in a rather large parking lot.

There was a man packing up his stuff in a hurry, trying to get everything ready for departure. He saw me and panicked, quickly getting into the exotic vehicle. Seconds later he tried running me over, newfound confidence on his face. To bad he didn't wear a seat-belt; as soon as his car hit me he was sent flying out the front window.

The idiot didn't realize I had a large aura pool and a semblance that halved the effect of impacts I take. Now he was paying for it, two broken legs and a torso similar to cheese after it meets a cheese grater. As I walked closer, the screams of pain he belted out became screams of fear.

"Pl-please, spare my life! I have the lien! Just name your price!" The pathetic man begged.

I looked at him with disappointment. "I can't stand to look at such pitiable people. But you needn't worry, I'm not here to kill you."

"R-really?" He gave me a hopeful look.

"Well I was at first. But after I realized the truth behind this quest, I decided to leave it be. My reason for being here was to kill you in the beginning, but now it's to deal with the little mouse who likes to play hide and seek." I threw my shield to my right.

The shield was parried mid flight, rebounding off pillars and walls before it hit the pitiable man behind me. The impact knocked him out and sent my shield nicely towards my left arm. After securing my shield I looked at my target. She was a blonde with striking blue eyes and an odd obsession with the color orange. Boy, did she look pissed.

I gave her a cheeky smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely meeting?"

Her glare intensified. "I'm going to burn you from what you did." Her eerily calm voice gave off a ton of bloodlust.

'What I did?' Usually when I do things that warrant this much hate I kill all who are involved, maybe she survived with a semblance? She does seem familiar to my sister Saffron, but I vividly remember that she didn't fight. Yeah, this girl can't be Saffron, she was armed to the teeth for fuck sakes. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"You mean you don't remember? The family you destroyed? The family you tormented and taunted for years? The family who had their brother kidnapped!?" She girls voice was shaking but still firm.

'Well I'll be damned.' Though she couldn't see it through my body-armor, I was grinning ear to ear. "Oh, I see now. Your-"

"I'm Saffron Arc!" Saffron Arc the oblivious; the sister who simply sat back and ignored me while I was brutally beaten; the sister who ran away once I turned on the family; the sister who vowed to never pick up a sword and let others do the fighting. She stood before me in armor similar to my own, great-sword in hand, battle stance taken, ready to challenge me. "And I'm going to run you through!"

(Location: Gang hideout basement.)

(POV: Saffron.)

I'm Saffron Arc. Daughter of Gris and Prisme Arc. Sibling of seven siblings, or at least what's left of the siblings. 5 years ago I was your everyday girl who liked to hang out with her friends. Unlike the other Arc's, I always wanted to live a normal life; while by siblings chased after my mom and dad's legacy I wished to leave it behind. Sure I was taught basic stuff for self defense but in the end the hunter life was not for me.

I was quite obsessed with this way of thinking, always strived for a normal lifestyle even though I lived in a house with two ranound hunter parents. It was difficult to live the life I wanted because I apparently had talent as a huntress, which made my mother constantly pester me to join an academy. It was even harder when my little bro Jaune used his puppy dog eyes on me.

He wanted to be a hero more than anyone in the family. So when he showed no talent for it and mother suggested that he try to do something else he came crying to his favorite big sis, me. When he did this I was actually quite angry with him, he was given the chance to live a normal life without mom and dad on his back. Instead he chose to keep reaching for the stars, bringing me down with him.

Now I'm not saying I hated Jaune for it. I just wished I didn't have to compromise my dream for his. At least that's what I originally thought; everything sentient makes mistakes, I'm no different. My biggest mistake was my wish to live a normal life.

If I was a huntress then I would be prepared for any mishap, have the strength to defend, the strength to save. If I accepted the huntress life then maybe Jaune would still be at home in his onesie. But I just had to cling to the notion of a normal life. My wish to be normal got my bro kidnapped.

Now I've changed, accepted the legacy my parents left me. This way I could fight, I could take back my brother, wherever he is. My new goal to find my brother lead me to Atlas academy so I could become a huntress, join the military, and use their advanced database to track down my brothers kidnapper.

The years passed and my second year began. I was the team leader of team SLVR(silver) and was very popular among my peers as a 'cool beauty'. My teammates thought the same thing until a month passed and realized that my study and training habits were unhealthy. They tried to get me to take breaks, join them on vacations, connect with me. In the end it wasn't any good, though our team was the best in our class we were further apart than when we started.

It wasn't until my fourth year started that dad was able to contact me. He had found out my bro's kidnapper was going to be in Vacuo through an informant of his. When I found out I tried to leave instantly but because of Atlas's strict school rules I wasn't allowed to leave until the school year ended.

But as luck would have it, there was a school trip coming up that took students to Vacuo. I signed up as fast as I could, surprising my teammates. They probably thought it was weird I was joining a trip I called a waste of time before. Though they were more relieved than anything, said that it was great to see me relax for once in my life.

When I got to Vacuo, I used the information I received from my dad to track him down. I found out that he was actually a huntsman who did high ranked quests. This knowledge made me create the plan I was currently executing. I made a quest that would act as bait for my sting operation, after he took the quest and dealt with the idiot run drug cartel, I would take him down and force him to tell me Jaunes location.

I waited in my hiding spot, witnessing the actual leader of the gang get his stuff together to make his escape. This went on until a man matching the description my dad gave me appeared. His armor was intimidating and it looked impossible to see through the mask.

He confronted the scurrying leader, which made the crime boss panic and try to run him over. I was expecting a lot of things from the scenario but not what actually happened. When the car hit the huntsman, I expected him to go flying or skid backwards. I wasn't expecting him remain completely still as the car hit him, he was like a wall, the speed sent the gang leader flying out of the car.

The spoke with each other, the boss begged the huntsman to let him go. But the huntsman showed mercy and threw his shield in my direction. I bat the shield away with my sword and left my position, less I get hit by the wild trajectory of the shield. The huntsman caught the shield like it was nothing. I walked forward, a scowl present on my face.

He tilted his head and spoke in a distorted voice. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely meeting?"

My anger peaked. Did he not remember!? That didn't matter now, all that mattered was his future broken form. "I'm going to burn you from what you did."

He tilted his head like I was stupid. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

I snapped then and there. "You mean you don't remember? The family you destroyed? The family you tormented and taunted for years? The family who had their brother kidnapped!?"

His body language seemed to show he finally remembered his crime. "Oh, I see now. Your-"

I cut him off. "I'm Saffron Arc!" I pointed my great-sword towards him.

"And I'm going to run you through!"

There was silence in the parking lot. Then it was broken by a distorted snort followed by a chuckle. The huntsman's torso slumped over and began twitching because of his growing laughter. Eventually the room was filled with his haunting, uncontrollable giggles.

"Man this is hilarious! Saffron Arc of all people wants to kill me! Hahaha!" He held his chest again to contain his growing amusement.

I grit my teeth. "You won't be laughing once your arms are chopped off!" My threat fell on deaf ears though.

"I'd like to see you try sweetheart. Even if you did plan to ambush me with your posse, your chances of victory are slim."

"Posse?" His words confused me. I planned to fight him alone, I didn't bring anyone with me to help, this matter was personal after all.

"You mean your team's not in on your plan? Some teammate you are." The huntsman lectured.

I looked around and saw space distort, revealing the rest of team SLVR. They all awkwardly stood there like children who were caught doing something bad.

"What are you doing here!?" I shouted with worry.

"W-well you were acting strange throughout this whole trip. We thought something was up with you and did our own investigation." My team member Lawn Shaden defended their case.

Lawn had emerald eyes and brown hair with random green strands here and there. Though he had a heart of gold it didn't stop him from being nosy. It was definitely his semblance that hid them. He called it 'perfect predator' and it allowed him to camouflage his presence by changing his surroundings.

"You kept leaving in the middle of the night and even went to shady establishments for reasons we don't know. I do have a feeling that it has something to do with him though." Lawn gestured towards the huntsman.

"Perfect observation." The armored man clapped.

"Rrrrr! Who are you fiend!? What did you do to our fearless leader to make her so upset!?" Elleda Ripple blurted out. "If you hurt her, then your going to be in a world of pain villain!"

Elleda was the more...colorful person of our group. She liked to wear a mage hat that covered her black hair. Her partner was Lawn and believed that she was a wizard. When we first met, she believed I was a great hero from old and asked me if she could be my retainer. When I said no, she used her semblance to prove her worth. The semblance allowed her to store things and pull them out again, keeping any momentum they may have had previously.

"Awww, how sweet." The huntsman said. "But I'm afraid I can't tell you that. That's for dear Saffron to tell, it would be rude if I said something so...personal."

"In a way he's correct. If we want our answers, we should get it from a trusted source." Vev Colstierior, my partner, stated. His words made Lawn and Elleda turn towards me.

Vev was my partner by chance. Glasses upon her nose as her black ponytail with yellow highlights flowed down her shoulder. She was an intellectual who scored second on each yearly Atlas test that we took. Her semblance allows her to literally make fiction reality; any word she writes can be transformed into what the word is. If the word is a verb, then is will force those actions upon a selected object.

"I-I...tha-at." I had to collect myself. Apparently my stoic mask I wore was weaker than I thought, never thought I would need to tell others.

Vev took my stutter as a hint to stop pressing for answers. "If you don't want to talk about it then don't, we won't force you. He is an enemy who our leader believe needs to be taken down, that is all we need to know." Vev's words made them pull out their weapons.

I was baffled. "Why are you guys doing this?"

My team smiled. "Because you obviously need help dumb-dumb. Just because we weren't close doesn't mean we don't think of you as a friend." Elleda stated.

"Yeah. We've been through thick and thin together. If you think this guy needs to be brought to his knees then I'll trust your judgement, it hasn't let me down yet." Lawn smiled at me to show his trust.

"Lawn is right. You are one of the smartest people I know, you would never accuse someone of anything unless you were absolutely sure. You also wouldn't attack someone unless they deserved it. We are similar in that regard. Though it saddens me you still won't tell us your reasons, I have enough evidence to back up my trust in you." Vev adds.

I looked down in shame. "You guys…no, you all deserve to know. He's the reason I became a huntress. 5 years ago that man kidnapped my brother, then proceed to hold that fact over our heads for years. Every week we were given a letter about our faults and how he had Jaune."

"Wait, he's still giving you those letters? Man, the guy really knows how follow orders." The huntsman's voice seemed impressed.

"What the hell, how cruel can a person be? Who the hell do you think you are!? I may have been raised on a farm, but I know for a fact you don't do stuff like that to a girl, ever!" Lawn shouted in rage, earning a chuckle from the huntsman.

"Who am I? What a simple question, I only have one name and am only going to say it once so write it down. My name is Ditto, no middle or last name needed." His words echoed through the open area.

His name was Ditto? Finally I could put a name to a face, even if the name was an alias. I didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction, nor did Vev or Lawn, but I did see a look of fright cross Elleda's face.

"He's the dragon slayer…" She mumbled out.

"Dragon slayer?" I asked.

"Not an accurate title. It doesn't take much to kill a Wyvern, all you gotta do is climb into it's eye socket." Ditto brushed off the title. "Besides, a title isn't something you should be worried about right now. Instead you should focus on the fight ahead, it'll take all you've got to make it out alive."

"Maybe you can't count, there are four of us and one of you, your outnumbered." I pointed out.

Ditto chuckled at this. "That's why I love tactics; my favorite ones 'divide and conquer'."

As those words left his lips, smoke began to seep out of the cracks in his armor. He wheezed as if he took a puff of a cigarette, the smoke that surrounded him suddenly shot out and filled the garage to the brim.

We couldn't see anything, I had to listen to the pained shouts and screams of my teammates before I too was struck by an unseeable force. My struggle was pointless, I swung randomly a few times but it was useless. 'If only I had a semblance.' was the last thought I had before I fell unconscious.

(Location: Dittos new home.)

(POV: Jaune.)

I was doing some light training today. I lifted two dumbbells infused with gravity dust as I did squats. The reason for this is because I was thinking about the life I've been living recently. It began with my overprotective siblings, then my kidnapping.

My life then changed from one of leisure and a hope for something greater to a life of something greater with a hope for leisure.

But while that seems bad, I was able to adapt to my new lifestyle. It was easy due to the lack of mental strain I felt(Aside from the schoolbooks.). My training was hard and would put a man without a walking, talking hospital close by 6-feet under. But Ditto always knew when to stop, when it became too much for me.

He didn't force his ideals on me, brainwash me or shatter my dreams. Instead he would laugh in my face and say his ideals were his opinion; say I need to think for myself; or tell me to get the hell up to get closer to my dreams.

When it came down to it, Ditto was oddly nice. He even said I could go back home to my family for a visit...yeah, visit. I've always dreamed about going back to my family, hold them in my arms as I told them I was alright. It drove me forward, made me determined to best Ditto. But as the years went by I began to ponder to myself.

Do they actually miss me? What would I even say to them? Could I actually become a hero? These thoughts made me hesitant to leave when Ditto said I could. What stopped me completely was the promise Ditto and I made all those years ago.

If I wanted to leave then I had to actually beat him in combat. Leaving now would feel like cheating, it would make all the work I put into Dittos potential defeat pointless. So I decided to stay just a bit longer.

But that doesn't mean I won't see my family again. When I finally come home, I'll be able to hold my head high. To show my worth as a hero. 'So just wait a little longer guys.'

I fished up my twentieth rep and laid the dumbbell gently on the ground, I already made enough holes in the floor as it is. Before I was able to go to the kitchen there was a knock at the door. Ditto never knocked so it couldn't be him, it put me on edge. What startled me further was the voice behind the door.

"Son, can I come in please?" My father asked.

I was frozen still. 'Dad's here!?'

"I just want to talk, it's been 5 long years since we talked. I give you my word as an Arc that I won't do anything else while in this house. So could you find it in your heart to give this old man a face to face chat?" My father asked.

Well...an Arc never goes back on their word. I made my way to the door and opened it all the way. There he was, my father Gris Arc. His beard and going gray from old age but still held the prominent blonde all Arcs have. The armor he always wore during his adventures was present on his body.

He smiled at me. "Good to see you Jaune. My have you grown."

I smiled back. "Good to see you too dad. Or is it still huntsman of legend?"

"Is that snark I hear. Well isn't this a surprise, didn't think you had it in you." Dad pointed out.

"People change." I say.

"That they do."

Dad held his arms out for a hug, I followed suit. But instead of embracing each other we clasped our hands together for a handshake. My dad's eyes showed pride, the handshake showed how much I grew.

(Timeskip.)

My father was howling with laughter. "Then what happened?"

I continued my story. "I ran out of the room but before I got to the door the girls caught me. I tried to call for help but Ditto put his boot on my face and pushed me back into the room. The last words I heard of out of him was 'Can't stop now, it's the bonus round.'"

"Ha, I gotta take Ditto out for a few drinks." Dad said.

"Honestly I thought you would be more against the contents of the story."

"Well sure, the age is a bit concerning but I was no better. I was only a year older than you when I talked a big game and drank till I found myself with a random woman the next day."

"Hope mom doesn't find out."

"Jaune, that woman was your mother. She was quite alright with the situation and went so far as to sign a marriage certificate within a week of that day. She was as clingy then as she is now."

"Yeah, she is rather possessive. If she came here instead of you I would already be at home and strapped to a bed to ensure I don't leave. Speaking of, why haven't you attempted that?"

"A few reasons. Firstly you look in great shape, no harm anywhere, I dare say your in better shape then you have been in your life. Secondly, you answered the door without any shackles or any restaurants, your obviously here because you chose to stay. Which works into the third reason, I understand your situation."

"Really?"

"When I was your age I ran away from home to prove myself to my family, I didn't return until I was sure I was ready. I did regret it, but I didn't want my choice to mean nothing. From the sound of your story, you feel the same about your training."

Like always, he understood me completely. He could always find out our true feelings about things, could always tell if we were lying. His power to sympathize was legendary, especially when it came to me. We always thought similar things about situations.

"Speaking of. We always fought with your toy swords when you were little. I think we should do it again, for old times sake. What do you say?"

I grinned. "I accept. I was hoping to challenge you when I got back anyways."

Guess it's true what they say, like father like son.

(Timeskip.)

"You ready Jaune?" Dad asked from across the homemade arena.

"Ready as I'll ever be dad." I shout back as I pulled out Crocea Mors.

Dad looked at it with concern. "Is that Crocea Mors? What happened to it?"

Oh yeah, this wasn't Crocea Mors's original form. I've used it's new form for so long that I forgot what it was originally like.

I sheepishly scratch the back of my head. "Ditto has this thing about adaptability on the battlefield. He turned the sword into a gun and made it dust compatible as well. He did the same thing with the shield."

He gave it a once over before sighing. "Well at least he knew what he was doing. Would have killed him if that sword was wrecked in any way. Well, ready when you are."

"What about your weapon?"

"Why it's right here." With the swing of his arm a blade made of aura appeared in his hand. It's shape resembled Crocea Mors.

Seeing my shock my dad chuckled. "Jaune, there's something you should know about our Arc tradition. That sword was made by the first warrior Arc, the yellow death. It used to be passed down to the most promising male child of the current Arc head as an act of trust. It showed that the older Arc trusted the new world to the younger Arc. That is why previous owners vow to stay away from battlefields...I was never given the sword, it hurt to know my father didn't trust me, that's why I ran away in the first place."

I took in the new information. I always assumed dad was just too strong for the sword.

Dad continued his story. "This is why I'm allowed to fight despite my old age. It's also the reason I made my own style of fighting O f course, my unhealthy desire to wield Crocea Mors made my semblance what it is today. It allowed me to use the training I received. That is how I became the hunter I am today."

"Well isn't that ironic. I spent so much time believing I couldn't be a hero because I wasn't born perfect like you. I was scared that I couldn't keep up, so I accepted the training that my kidnapper offered. But in the end, the one I truly believed was born a hero started out just like me." I couldn't help but laugh.

My dad joined in. "Indeed. Well I guess this will be a battle between runaway's." Dad said before as he bent downward, holding his sword like a dagger.

"No, a battle between father and son." I corrected as I pressed the button on my shield, doubling its size instantly.

We stared at each other for a moment, dad exhaled as I moved my shield in front of me. The sound of birds welcomed the bright day as both of us grinned with anticipation.

In seconds my father was on me. His strikes assaulted my shield, each one as powerful as the last. He made unexpected upward swing that knocked my shield upwards, giving him an opening to kick my stomach. I slid a few feet and had to regain my balance.

"Come Jaune, show me the fruits of your labor!" The power in his voice was just as I remembered. It always used to intimidate me but now it exited me.

"My turn!" I shouted back.

I swung from side to side, each swing causing dad to back-step as he dodged. Then I threw in a stab which he also back-stepped, he just didn't expect my sword to suddenly extend. The shock of his torso getting hit allowed me to send a kick of my own at his face.

"How was that?" I asked my staggered father.

"Magnificent!" Dad responded, his glee written across his face.

We both went on the offensive this time, our swords clashed several times before something that shocked my father occurred. His sword shattered. I wanted to be a gentleman about it and let him recoup but my instincts told me to go for gold. I gave him an uppercut to the chin with my shield.

He did a flip mid-air and landed perfectly on his feet. "Wow, what a hit!"

"You OK over there dad? Or is old age finally getting to you?" I taunted.

"Bah! I'm not going to let Grimm or age take me down. The only one who can do that is your mother. But I will say that I'm impressed Jaune. I didn't know my swords were capable of breaking." He said as he summoned another sword. "Now let us fight to our hearts content!"

We clashed again. It was very similar to our last, but every time one of dads swords broke he would summon another. Our styles were becoming too predictable, we were at a standstill, we had to change things up.I blocked a few strikes with my shield before ramming him with all my might, creating distance between us.

"Take this." I shot miniature rockets out of my shield, their target dodged most of them with grace before summoning two swords to slice up the rest. This created a smoke cloud that covered a large portion of the field.

Out of the clouds he flew. His sprint reminded me of an assassin, his body was low to the ground as he ran. It was so low that he wasn't higher than my waist. I slammed my shield into the earth to avoid damage to my legs but my father lunged over my shield and dropped kicked me.

"I'm not finished." Dad warned.

He sent a flurry of slashes at me to overwhelm me. I could have parried them all if he was using one sword but the double trouble he sent at me was impossible to stop without my shield. With as much strength I could muster I gave him a horizontal swing powerful enough to shatter both swords and send him flying back into the dissipating cloud.

I ran to my shield to pick it up, but dad was already back in my face, mid-downward slash. The force of the swing was strong enough to destroy his sword but also disarm me.

Before he was able to follow up I grabbed my shield and did a spin, gaining the momentum to increase the damage of my punch. He tried to redirect the shield with his sword but didn't notice that it retracted into a smaller form. He tried to parry too soon, a fatal mistake that gave me a clean hit to his nose. As soon as my fist hit it's target I made my shield go back to it's larger form, the sudden growth of the shield gave it the extra omf it needed to send dad flying.

Both of us were trying to regain our breath. Dad was sitting up, rubbing his nose. I fell to one knee, using my shield to hold me up. Our earlier wounds were finally affecting us both.

Though hurt, dad laughed with joy. "That's the way Jaune! You've truly grown in these last few years!"

I couldn't help but chuckle back. "Well I do have a legacy to continue."

"And what a legacy it'll become." Dad grunted as he stood on his two feet. "But with all do respect, I think it's about time we ended this."

"I couldn't agree more." I pulled myself and my weapons up. "Arc tradition?"

"Oh yeah. It's time for the Arc family 'last hoorah'!"

The arena grew cold from our released aura. Both of us started to shake after seeing the other. Not out of fear but hype.

"Heirloom's legend!" My dad roared.

He created hundreds of swords, all of which were surrounding him like a storm. This was his most prized technique, something that he only ever told stories about. He only ever used this on an opponent that deserved it. And I was more than honored I was about to receive it.

"Fatal Forgery!" I yelled back.

Once I awakened my semblance with Ditto and found out about its ability to act as a battery, I was informed to practice with it on my own time. He believed that it's only use was in situations where I had comrades.

I believed him at first, but as I started to practice with it I found it could do so much more. It could amplify things, in this case I was amplifying my physical capabilities in exchange for aura. This was my secret weapon against Ditto.

(3rd person.)

The rest of the battle wasn't too important. Just a father and a son giggling like idiots as they beat the crap out of each other. You know, guy stuff. It may have started out as a test but the battle had now evolved into a matter between men.

For Jaune Arc, it was his first chance to see his growth and finally show his father something he could be proud of.

For Gris Arc, it was a reminder of a time where battles were just for fun, where you could go all out without having to worry about casualties. It was also his greatest dream come true. No longer would he need to crush his sons dreams to keep him safe, it was too late. His son was already at his goal, he just didn't know it yet.

Finally made it down the page did ya? Good for you, I know for a fact that I'm worn out from it. I would like to go over something important. I'm going to change my upload schedule a tad bit. Every weekend I'll upload a chapter for one of my main three stories; the gamer one, the joker one and this one. I'll also upload a chapter for one of my 'back burner' fanfics every second week. This way I won't get overwhelmed. Now, before you go rest I have some questions to ask you.

1: What should I call Jaune's home town? I have looked all over the place for its name and haven't found it, so I'd like a temporary name for it. It will stay until the town's name is said in the show.

2: Who should I put in the harem? It was bound to happen folks, I planned to have every prominent character get a child with Jaune but that doesn't mean that they will get together. I'm going to avoid Jaune x Male pairings because of my stance on this Jaune's sexuality. However, just because his harem will only be female doesn't mean I want every girl who got a 3d model to beg for his affections; the connections between the two will be earned through multiple interactions. So pick you roster readers, I'll do my best to deliver.

3: How would you guys like to see Jaune and Pyrrha's roles reverse during the story? Since Jaune is going to be quite strong(underestimation.) I was thinking that he'd spark Pyrrha's competitive spirit and end up training her through fun spars.

Oh, and before anyone asks; I used the term hunter as a gender neutral variant to huntsman and huntress.

Good day everybody, rest well!