Chapter 3: Armed Huntress's Machiavellism


Parody: Armed Girl's Machiavellism/ Busō Shōjo Makyaverizumu
Appearance: The Multiple Lives of Jaune Arc, Chapter 5


-Beacon Academy 81 A.G.-

Stepping up the stairs to the main office of Beacon Academy was a girl, clad in her uniform, the wind blew across the field and her ebony hair was curried by the breeze as her sole accessory a black bow shook from the wind.

As she advanced inside, she turned to see some of her underclassman from Signal lower they're head to her, a fitting action if not a tab unnecessary but appreciated all the same.

Humanity has four virtues through which they sprout, benevolence, honesty, courtesy and wisdom. Include sincerity and you have the five Confucius Virtues.

The girl finally ceased her walk standing just before a pair of doors it took but the flick of her scroll for it to open to reveal a room with four others.

they are the ones who protect said virtues, the blades who cut the path to coexistence she took a simple step towards the other four, however where as they sat she stood turning to them to reveal her amber eyes. She placed her paced the end of her recently modified gambol shrouds katana mode to the floor as she gazed upon the other four.

"It's good to see that you've all arrived." A white-haired girl looked back to her fellow aspiring huntress, her icy blue eyes held the slightest hint of mockery.

"Of course, it was you who showed up late Belladonna." Across from her spoke a very cheerful blonde with a smirk as if ready to tease at a moment's notice despite the tension in the air.

"Soo kitty cat what's up with this meeting?" Sitting right beside the blonde was a pair of bright turquoise eyes as an overly cheerful ginger smiled to Blake as well.

"I mean its way to obvious, Blakey always has that grumpy face when a new one shows up."

Finally, it shifted to the final of the five in the room, panning to a girl clearly younger than the other four dressed in a Signal combat school uniform. However, much like the ginger's her weapon was anything but small as she polished the blade of the scythe her eyes never opening.

"Oh boo is that all… that's a bit disappointing, so all that's going on is another reformation then." Blake looked to the young rose.

"Not exactly, listen well, a grave threat has entered our territory so much so that I've even insisted upon this meeting."

The Bullhead landed and from it a single figure casually stepped out his briefcase over his shoulder while an old blade was strapped to his side, to say he looked carefree was an understatement. His uniform from Haven was vastly disheveled and yet despite this any huntsman worth half they're salt would not assume the blonde within the messy cloths lazy. Between the openings of his uniform refined muscles peeked through alerting others of his intense training.

The figure walked with an air of confidence to him. He was sure that a year ago the bullhead ride would 've killed him but now all he felt was the faintest tickle from it not that he was thankful Pyrrha's mom was a freaking sadist he swore. Having splendid dynamic vision was great and all but that spartan styled mother of his partner was pure evil with her 'training' who the fuck straps a teen with motion sickness to a spinning chair and keeps it going till he can read the letters on her scroll!?

He shook his head trying to forget those bad, bad times with Mrs. Carolina and York, before he looked up to the academies buildings and smiled.

"Huh, so this is Beacon then, 'heh' Nice place. It'll make a great stomping ground."

Without a second thought the knight stepped forward the tension similarly growing as he thoughtlessly stepped past the gates into the true premises of the academy.

"Who knows without Pyr around maybe I can get some actual peace and quiet, it'd be nice to not be swarmed by her fans and attacked the stalkers. Team SSSN could only help so much and with the latter two members of your team being Pyrrha fans they hadn't lasted long until he expelled them from the team."

The knight froze as he noticed two very particular things… One each and every student despite being in uniform was armed. Two. As far as he could see there were only girls.

"Huh, where are all the guys and is the headmaster here really just letting these guys carry they're weapon around school?" behind a very broad form approached.

Blake pulled out her scroll connecting it to the screen to reveal the profile of a young blonde man, even through the monitor the confident nature in the man was obvious through his grin. Weiss sighed hardly impressed, after all men were the same and while this one was admittedly more towards the masculine variety, his info hardly impressed her.

"Another delinquent then… I thought this boy was supposed to be a threat." Blake looked none too concern with the heiress's criticism's and instead faintly smiled.

"Pyrrha Nikos." The name drew the attention of the other four who looked to her curiously.

"I assume you know of her." Weiss's eyes narrowed.

"Of course we do she's the strongest of our generation, four-time winner of the Mistral Regional Tournament and most likely to win next year's Vytal festival's tournament as well. If not for her team being split in half she'd have won this year" Blake nodded.

"She was also the partner to our new transfer student." This drew the fours attention and if that was enough her next words made them go completely dumbstruck.

"And as of last month he's the current Mistral Regional Tournament winner."

"What! Then that would mean…" Blake nodded.

"Our current transfer student is somebody who has gone toe to toe with Pyrrha Nikos and shown to be not only her match but even her better." The four others stared at Blake dumbly, not being able to wholly believe the girl, after all There wasn't a single person who had even laid a hand on the invincible girl let alone beat her.

Weiss not willing to accept her statement spoke up.

"Surely your joking, there's no way someone like that could beat Pyrrha Nikos." Blake didn't bother to retort the Schnee.

An uncharacteristically serious Yang red through the Arc boy's info.

"Holy crap, after he won, he beat like fifty people at once, man this guy knows how to have a good time." Blake nodded to her words.

"Almost all of them were in critical condition, once more all records of his weapons proficiency have been wiped from the record. However, he somehow also obtained the worst injuries in that fight which is why he was merely expelled from Haven, He was only recently let go from the hospital."

"Oh, oh Why don't we all become friends! After all we don't have to be enemies with Jaune-Jaune, if he's so strong I wanna play with him."

"And so does Cuddles." From behind the Bubbly Valkyrie a colossal Grizzly rose letting loose a deep roar along the beast stomach was a series of scars.

Yang's eyes practically lit up in excitement at seeing the beast.

"Come on Nora won't you let me fight your grizzly, just a small spar?" Nora adopted an uncharacteristically serious expression before crossing her arms in a pout.

"No way Yangarang, when you get all serious you lose control last time poor Cuddles was barely breathing."

Blake's eyebrow twitched.

"Nora, Yang! Pay attention!" Both turned to her a bit of annoyance clear in they're faces.

"Oh come on Blakey we were listening honest."

"Yeah what she said… anyways what's the lady-killer's name." Blake rolled her eyes however just as she was about to answer another voice spoke up.

"Jaune Arc…" The fives eyes widen as they turned around to see a sixth woman, her uniform was the standard of the school's and yet somehow on her, it gave a seductive effect. She stepped forward her glass heels clicking against the wooden floor as she did.

"Make sure to let him give you his little one liner when he introduces himself, he just loves it." Even with a smile on her face, each syllable practically dripped with condescension towards the five who glared back at her into her molten amber eyes.

"Hey boy." Jaune turned towards the voice only to gasp and back away in shock at what he saw, before him was a…

"A drag queen?" The large student narrowed his eyes on the Arc obviously less then pleased to be called such, despite the long locks of burnt orange hair running down his head and overdone makeup. The student's orange aura begun to flare.

"What'd you call me!" As abruptly as the teen got mad a hand placed itself at his shoulder.

"Easy now Cardin."

The dressed-up Winchester shut his mouth sulking but listening to the voice, when Jaune turned to the speaker he saw an oriental girl. While she wasn't the ideal woman, her face was pretty enough, so much so that she'd give Pyrrha herself a run for her money.

He could spot a dab of rebellion in the pink streak in her hair that matched her magenta eyes.

It really was too bad she was completely flat with no hips to speak of hell even her shoulders were fairly broad… wait?

The student noticing his gaze looked back to him and sighed.

"Yes…"

Jaune Blushed more than a bit embarrassed over his misunderstanding, but really who would blame him the guy was in a skirt, which only made the fact that he had such nice legs VERY concerning.

Seeming to understand the blonde teens situation the dolled-up Winchester grinned.

"Heh, you ain't the first to fall for that trap and something tells me you won't be the last. Also, this crap isn't make-up its daily wear, got that!" Jaune gestured with his hand so and so a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

Seeing this the crossdresser gave a faint smirk.

"I'm assuming you must be new." The Arc smiled.

"What gave me away my reaction to sir fabulous there?"

"It's Cardin Asshole!" Jaune looked away from the teen who was currently towering over him avoiding eye contact before he noticed something that made his stomach turn as two more boys just as unfashionable as Cardin walked past them with just as gaudy makeup.

Seriously I got nothing against identifying differently but at least put a effort into wearing it well guys.

"So big mama, there a lot of… 'fellas' like you here?"

"That one was even worse than the last nickname!" The large Ginger grabbed the Arc by his collar and begun to shake him with as much force as he could manage.

"It's Winchester, Cardin Winchester you got it Blondie!" The oriental boy beside him sighed again before speaking up.

"I'm Lie Ren, and don't hold Cardin's… questionable look against him, all the boys in Beacon dress like him." Jaune visibly cringed at the aspect of that.

"Well that's… different, mind telling me why? Cause even with all that paint on their faces I can tell that most of these guys could land themselves a photoshoot if they quit the skirts and bad makeup. But it's not really my place to judge I guess… kinda cool that we're free to do what we want."

Cardin snorted at that.

"Free to do what we want? That's a laugh." Reluctantly Ren nodded with the larger boy before looking to Jaune a bit apprehensively.

"If you do as the rest of the male body does then I suppose a certain amount of leniency will be given." Jaune cocked his head a bit confused.

"What's that supposed to mean? If you guys are trying to imply that I should wear, make up that just ain't flying. Dresses I can rock like no other sure but no face paint for this amigo only Sage and Neptune are photogenic enough to do that in my circle… maybe Sun on a 'very' good day"

Cardin gave a brief chuckle before slowly shaking his head and making his away opposite to Jaune's.

"Whatever pal, your funeral." Ren on the other hand gave the Arc a sympathetic look.

"I would recommend you not cause a stir Jaune, other than that advice I wish you a good day." Jaune smiled to the two as they made their way into the building not completely grasping their words but not really worrying about it either.

"Eh don't worry about me Ren I'll be as quiet as a rabbit, after all…" Memories flashed of him on the ground kneeling before a heavily wounded and unconscious Pyrrha with countless lacerations throughout his flesh. His arms were torn open with bit of bone visible through the large gashes. His blood formed a giant puddle around them, his family's heirloom Crocea Mors laid before the blonde shattered into pieces.

His eyes dull and unfocused balancing between death and life maintained upon that person. They're uniform was white, despite all the blood strummed about between his own and the fifty other near corpses like students. There weren't so much as a spec upon his pristine white uniform. The only traces of blood they donned was on their fingertips as the raven-haired man tasted it almost savoring the Arc's crimson, his smoldering amber eyes locked on Jaune's as he did.

"I'm done with that kind of crap."

The five looked to the new arrival and though they still sat each of the five swords gave off an air of intense pressure. If needed they would act immediately and the sixth woman new this but smiled none the less. Ruby no longer giving off any hint of her previous childlike presence spoke in a calm soft voice.

"Well, well The Empress gracing us with her presence, to what do we owe this pleasure."

Blake didn't bother with threats after all she knew better then to underestimate the woman before her.

"State your business." The Empress looked to Blake, each bared their pressure into one another from they're golden eyes, however it was Blake who broke off eye contact making the woman smile.

"Oh my, what's so wrong with me coming here, I merely caught wind of someone rather interesting and so I came to warn you like a good student of our 'heh' 'prestigious' academy."

Weiss's eyes narrowed with a small scowl.

"Could you possibly reframe from those high and mighty powerplays you so love to indulge in, I left Atlas so that I could avoid such sickeningly false shows of power." The Woman amber eyes briefly looked upon the Schnee heiress making an unintentional shiver run up the huntress's spine.

Nora had Magnhild at the ready alongside a snarling Cuddles and spoke her eyes narrowed.

"I don't really care what you have to say Cinder, but it sounds like you've met Jaune-Jaune before, so spill." Cinder looked to the Valkyrie who called her by name not title and frowned however unlike the others the bubbly bomber didn't look deterred and she could respect that if nothing else and faintly smiled.

"My, I guess it's true what they say about assuming, and here I thought you were the halfwit of the group. 'heheheh' That's correct I do know Jaune." Yang spoke up her posture a bit less tense.

"Yeah, well then what are you volunteering to handle him?" The blonde's words seemed to bring Blake back from her thoughts and she reaffirmed her gaze upon Cinder.

"No need, he'll be entering my class, so it'll be me dealing with him. They'll be no need for anyone else to get involved, I will be the one to discipline him, correct him and take care of his attitude."

Cinder legitimately smiled at that.

"Such confidence, well if that's the case I'll be making my leave." Cinder turned away her chest length ashen hair swaying as she did however just as she was about to exit the doorway she her finger tracing the its wooden frame.

"Though I hope you would take this bit of advice in mind…" Her hand slid away from the Doorframe revealing a perfect ashen cut in it as if slashed by a highly heated blade.

"Be wary of his Aura Bullets." Blake didn't bother responding turning away from the woman and making way to the nearest window, looking down through it she saw a group of girls armed and standing at the ready. She leaped outside without hesitation perfectly landing right before the lot. Pulling out her scroll it revealed a map of the schoolol with a single yellow dot making its way to her class.

"Move out." The group made their way towards they're mark.

I'm curious whether this supposed champion will prove as interesting as I hope.

Jaune stepped out of the guidance counselors' room.

"Well Ms. Peach it's been a blast but I really wanna get to my first class a bit early." The staff woman tried to convey something to the chipper Arc, but he paid no attention to it as he made his way to his class. Jaune had to admit despite the Male student's unique fashion sense the place was amazing hell it made Haven look like Sanctum not that he would know… hehe he really was fortunate that he was partnered with the sweetest girl this side of Remnant.

Pyrrha didn't only accept him when he told her the truth about his entering Haven but was even supportive of his aspirations and dreams. Her and her family took it upon themselves to do what his wouldn't, to train him into a proper huntsman and with his semblance boosting his healing capabilities he was able to do five times the training others did essentially doing five years of intense training in one.

Jaune casually looked to the sheathed blade of his family a slight frown adopting his face as within the precious heirloom was broken much like the muscles that allowed him to properly hold a blade.

Realizing he was depressing himself the Arc shook his head trying to get his mind off the somber note.

"The hell am I getting all depressed about, everything's fine besides next month Pyrrha's coming here for the Vytal Fest along with Sun and his team." The arc broke into a grin.

"Yep everything's sunshine and rainbows and they're not a thing anyone can do about it." With his cheerful disposition back, the grinning Arc slid open the door only to be greeted by the visage of a slender yet beautiful girl with amber eyes that seemed to contrast her raven black hair. Behind her a small militia of armed huntresses-in-training stood ready.

It was almost instantaneous as her eyes met his and gained an intense focus and for a moment Jaune could swear the bow atop her head twitched. Without warning Jaune found the edge of a black katana at level with his Adam's apple with a slight bit of concern he gave his best grin as he rose his hands.

"Now, hold on… can somebody tell me what in Oum's name is going on?" alongside the blades edge a number of gun barrels were also directed at his head.

"I am Blake Belladonna." The name caught his attention, but he was sure she didn't notice.

Belladonna?

"I am the Beautiful Beast of the Supreme five swords and I am here to correct your behavior."

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa now hold up there, what in hell do you mean correct me lady? What like my teeth, don't worry I brush every day." As if to prove his point Jaune gave his best smile doing his greatest Neptune impression with the added benefits of the ol Arc charm. However, Blake was far from amused and found her eyes narrowing.

"It would seem you're not aware of your situation nor place in this academy." Jaune rolled his eyes at that.

"Nice observation captain obvious, how would I know I just got here, also what's up with those weapons I thought anyone in uniform couldn't bring those in grounds." He had his sword… well broken sword sure, but the Headmistress Glynda let him, given its and his 'conditions'.

"Also what's up with the guys all wearing makeup, why have all the ladies have been looking at me like a Beowulf or what even these Five Swords are?" One of the girls to the side spoke up.

"Do you seriously not know? The Supreme five swords are the top five huntresses of Beacon Academy lead by miss Belladonna, they practically control this entire academy."

"Seriously, okay thats a little badass, so what are the top five guys called?" The girl looked disgusted at the suggestion.

"As if any man could equal one of the five swords, before Beacon was an all-girl school when it first became co-ed the girls were all scared of the male students. So, they allowed the girls to arm themselves like a vigilante group. That custom has continued ever since." Jaune look confused.

"Seriously… Aspiring huntresses, who were training to face the creatures of Grimm were scared of boys, other freshmen." The girl seemed to ignore Jaune much to his annoyance.

"Given such Beacon was made well known for honing the best of the best alongside its ability to reform delinquents. Long story short problem students who couldn't be coerced at other schools are brought here to be reformed into proper huntsmen after we girls dole out proper correction. That's why the Supreme Five Sword lead us to bring forth a better environment for all." Jaune's eyebrow visibly twitched.

"Funny to me that just sounds like preferential treatment."

Blake's firm scowl remained.

"See, now do you get it, its standard procedure for us Five Swords to administer treatment to the likes of you delinquents. It's nothing personal, you really shouldn't be so surprised." Jaune saw Cardin and Ren looking to him sympathetic looks in their eyes, and he understood what they meant earlier.

So then its either be beaten out or forget my life as a man huh?

At the realization Jaune tensed expression faded only to be replaced by a faint smirk.

"I see I guess that does make sense in a twisted sort of way… just conform to what others want then huh? If you don't want any trouble just turn in your man cards huh?"

Blake let loose a faint smile of her own accepting his light provocation, after all his sword was sheathed he wouldn't hope to counter or parry her this close even if he was supposedly Pyrrha Nikos's equal and while provocation wasn't her thing after speaking to Cinder she really had some irritation to let out..

"You know, for an idiot I have to say your pretty preceptive."

"Now hold up, I get what you're saying but come on I'm not even ready for a match no warning or anything in what way is that fair. I'm not even doing anything and yet here you all are ready to come at me with your fancy weapons." Blake's smile faded.

"Oh don't worry I'll be the only one correcting you."

"Oh really, so what you gonna just beat me into submission like how those annoying anti equality bastards do to the Faunus protesters or what?" He saw it the flinch in her at the words he knew he struck a chord.

"N-No a duel if you'd like a weapo-" The Girl never got to finish her sentence as the Arc lowered himself just before her and struck forward, she slashed towards him but was met by a blinding light and the feeling of Gambol Shroud clashing with something too strong to brake. Next thing she knew she was sent flying through the window. Focusing on her balance the girl managed to land on her feet and looked up to the broken window there she saw the blinding radiance burst forth. No sooner did she see the Arc's form descend as he leaped from the second story landing on the ground, He looked to her a confident smirk on his face.

"Yeah, no I don't need a weapon." Jaune looked up only to be met by her glare.

"What? Are you mad because I struck, sorry you had your blade at level with my throat I figured you were ready? I mean you were talking so big, I thought you'd block that love tap easily, huh I guess it's true what they say about a dogs bark being worse than its bite." Blake sneered at that just like he thought she would.

"Enough of this, either leave this school or learn to co-exist, now hurry and pick one!" To that Jaune's smiled.

"'Heh' well duh isn't it obvious." Jaune assumed that of a martial stance.

"Hell no…" Blake stared at him.

"What are you so surprised about? Did you actually think I was just gonna roll over and listen to you? Well sorry but us Arcs have three rules and three rules only." Jaune let his aura burst forth and from what she could see Blake knew it was at least triple her own.

"We always keep our word, never abandon friends or family and always oppose oppression no matter the nature of it."

Blake readied her own aura and spoke.

"You understand what your actions mean right?" Jaune broke into a smile.

"That I'm not stupid enough to wag my tail and roll over for a pretty face, Yeah well I'm the kind of guy that'll make a idiot of himself for someone he likes but not move an inch against his morals."

"You just keep digging this hole deeper don't you, idiot!"

"Are we just gonna talk all day, cause I honestly can't see that moving this situation forward." Jaune's smile took on a more sinister nature.

"I mean maybe eventually talking it out could work… but that'd be boring. So, if I don't intend to leave this place and I adamantly refuse to submit to you then that only really leaves us with one choice right." Jaune cracked his neck and for a moment Blake could swear his eyes glowed bright azure.

"Were all here, might as well have some fun." Blake smiled not helping but seeing some of Yang in the blonde's words.

"Well then you finally show your fangs." Jaune made up his mind, despite her attitude he knew the girl in front of him was no joke especially with his new handicaps. If he was gonna win, he had to hold nothing back which meant. A slight blush covered the Arc's face as he pointed towards the raven haired beauty, he'd never live this down.

"Purple laced..." It wasn't his fault he just happened to see it when he was sent her flying.

"Wha!" Blake broke into a mad blush and Jaune wasted not even a second closing in on her while she was flustered. Jaune's aura begun to condense around his palms as he curled them into fist and leaped forth his fist pulled back, he struck her but was surprised when Belladonna's form seemingly faded to black before vanishing completely and behind him the girl appeared Gambol Shroud rose at the ready.

Without a moment's hesitation she swung down towards him Jaune noted how she took in a deep breath as she did. Seeing the incoming attack Jaune rose the unsheathed Crocea Mors as it shifted into that of its kite shield taking the attack. Jaune smiled a bit surprised.

"You know, I figured you might have some skills but gotta say that hit there had some real power behind it." Jaune shook his shield arm as if to emphasis how the vibration from the blow hurt his hand.

"If it was any other shield but Crocea's then I'd be in real trouble." Blake's eyes narrowed upon him as her Katana trembled in her grip.

"You… You… Pervert!"

Be wary of his Aura Bullets.

Cinder's words rung through her head however she gave it no credence, after all for what skills he had even now she could tell he was far to unrefined. Though if she had not been so riled by the Arc perhaps, she would have realized her mistake.

"It's about time I correct you criminal scum!" Jaune rose a brow.

"Seriously? An assaulter calling a peeper a criminal, tell me missy do you know what Irony means?" The girl didn't bother listening as she rose Gambol Shroud.

"Your gonna pay with blood idiot." Jaune smiled at the threat it was almost cute how she thought it was menacing.

Huh, guess here in front of the entire student body wouldn't be the ideal place to brawl after all even if she says a one-on-one her posy looks like they're ready to run me through at a moment's notice. Guess it's time for a tactical retreat.

"Yeah no, I already donated plasma before I left Mistral so for my own safety I'll be hitting the town, feel free to follow me but I'm guessing the feds will have a problem with some chick waving around her katana." Blake's frustrated scowl shifted to that of a cruel grin.

"Go ahead, but if you do your punishment will be even worse, after all any male student is required to seek permission from all members of the Five swords to leave Beacon grounds."

What!?

For the first time the Arc's face expressed genuine shock and even a hint of sorrow, seeing it Blake smiled.

"You can't be serious!" She leaped forth Gambol Shroud at the ready as she slashed down towards him seeing it Jaune sidestepped the attack and looked to her they're eyes meeting.

If I can't leave, how will I meet up with Pyr next month.

Blake let loose a flurry of slashed towards the Arc and while to an untrained eye they might appear random Jaune could see it the technique behind her blade and its danger. To his credit Jaune nimbly avoided each blow.

This girls gots some serious skills, my best bet is to knock her off balance.

Jaune rose his foot and kicked forward However the young Belladonna perceived his attack and rose Gambol Shroud to block the blow as the blades edge met the bottom of his shoe, Jaune leaped off the blade.

Shit that was close, she could've sliced off my toes.

Blake's eyes narrowed.

"Avoiding all my blows and even reading them, at the very least you've got good eyes I'll have to give you that."

Blake rose her blade again and took in another deep breath before slicing downwards towards him before unleashing a combo of blows which Jaune dodged as best he could, but his uniform failed to make it out unscathed as his tie was bisected.

"Shit I just bought that!" Releasing a swift low horizontal slash Jaune jumped back flipping and doing a hand stand before propelling himself even further away from her and landed in a perfect guard position his kite shield ready. Seeing it Blake stopped crossing her arms as she looked to him with an analytical gaze.

"A strong, limber lower half as well then."

"Heh now, now sweet cheeks don't go getting any ideas." Blake's face peppered pink but she continued on.

"Your leg work is quite fascinating, it's almost as if such complicated techniques come naturally to you." Jaune smiled rubbing the back of his head with a Cheshire smile.

"Awe thanks, your making me blush… well usually I don't fight and tell but since you're so curious, I know my way around the dance floor guess some of my moves just stick with me even when I'm tearing up the battle field." Blakes gaze observed the Arc in his stance, it really wasn't like any other she had seen before parts of it where reminiscent of a knight's basic fighting style while another resembled that of grappling and yet the way his legs shifted as if ready to move at a moments notice.

"While certainly some of it might be raw talent, its more than clear you've done a great deal of training." Jaune smiled as he recalled the hours on end he spent against Pyrrha and her parents.

"Yeah, I think what I went through goes a few decimals above mere training. But hey you know if you're really so impressed why don't the two of us take a seat and talk about how great we are. After all being able to swing around that blade despite those thin arms of yours is quite impressive." Jaune smiled ever the flirt.

"I must say I love girls with muscle on them but then again if you had too much muscle your technique would dull wouldn't it. After all, too much muscles could interrupt your breathing which is a big no, no for Kashima Shinden Jikishinkage-ryū right." Blake paused.

"You know of my sword technique?"

"Well duh, it originated in Mistral what you think nobody uses it there? Also, you may be proficient, but I can tell that way of fighting is still fairly knew to you isn't it." Blake frowned.

"And what might give you that impression? Could you perhaps be looking down on me?" Jaune shrugged.

"Wouldn't dream of it, it just the attacks are much too by the book everyone I know added a bit of themselves into their swordplay. Alongside the fact that that Katana looks brand spanking knew and I have to assume that you've only been studying such a style for at most a year. Have to say to become so adept at using it proves you're a genius in and of itself let alone infusing aura into the blade when you take in breaths."

Blake looked at him equal parts shocked and impressed.

"Well then forgive me for looking down on you… after all its clear." She rose Gambol Shroud once more towards him.

"You're as big of a threat as the reports eluded too." Jaune smiled making up his mind.

"Yeah, well don't sweat it I need to apologize too after all." Jaune countered Blakes strikes with kicks making sure each one was repelled.

"I see, you must be a very good man." Jaune looked to her curiously.

"What makes you say that."

"Only a virtuous soul could achieve such skill, a rotten one would waver and it'd show in you technique… I'm sure you're not as big a jerk as you act, for some reason though… That just pisses me off more!" Blake leaped alongside her blade narrowly missing the blonde but cutting open his shirt to reveal his refined pecs. Jaune looked down to his shirt.

"Oh come on! You nearly got my nipples"

"You're a man, you don't even need them."

"Hey I resent that, me and team SSSN do nipple wrestling every one of our birthdays and I'm the current reigning champ!"

"Just shut your insufferable mouth and let me take your head!" Blake slashed forward.

"I don't think so…" Jaune leaned back before lowering his body and letting loose a low sweep however Blake lifted her foot just in time.

"Shit!" Her blade glowed violet with her aura as she struck down, Jaune avoided the blow standing before her but before he could speak a red line begun to form along the side of his face before bright scarlet burst out. Blake smiled.

"What were you saying about by the book?" Jaune stepped back touching the cut.

"Your heightened senses betrayed you, you assumed the length of my blade and body." Jaune noted the extra inch of glowing purple along Gambol Shroud and smiled.

"Extending the blade with aura, not only furthering your reach but it's even the perfect way to bypass another's barrier. Though the technique has to be hell on your reserves."

Blake smiled.

"It would seem your also knowledgeable in aura techniques as well as swordsmanship." Jaune grinned.

"Well now I really have to apologize, your even stronger than I thought…"

This is fun.

Jaune placed his hands in his pockets pulling out a pair of black gloves with gold-colored metal armor plates over the top of his palm and along the fingers as well. Donning them his fingers cracked as they assumed a claw like stance.

"Guess I'll be using my new fighting style then, see if any of my training paid off, just promise not to hold it against me, after all this styles is only a few weeks old." Blakes expression made a complete shift to utter anger at his words.

"You'd mock me and use a new not to mention untested style of fighting instead of drawing your blade!" She rushed forward Gambol Shroud at the ready as she swung down towards him.

"Die!" but was surprised when the glove met her blades end parrying it.

"What?"

"Now, now don't go underestimating my friends here." Jaune rose one of the gloves before her as he drew his sword to reveal merely half a blade, it was then Blake noticed the metal of the broken blade and his gloves plates matched.

"After all these guys are just as much Crocea Mors as the old heirloom here." She swung again only for Jaune to counter the attack once more.

Blade resistant gloves?

He's parrying me with such ease and even if I did manage to hit him, his aura is so strong! It's almost like a shield on its own.

Jaune and Blake traded blows neither striking the other as the battle quickly became that of a stalemate neither gaining ground upon the other. However, unlike Jaune Blake had a plan as she lead him right where she wanted, Jaune stopped as he found himself lead before a tree that blocked his back.

"Dammit!" Blake quickly stepped forward her blade at the ready.

"I've got you cornered!" It was then she took in the deepest breath she could, and Gambol Shroud glowed once more with her aura. She swung down but not a moment later did she repeat the action each blow becoming faster and faster and to his credit Jaune managed to keep up with her attacks as he narrowly parried and blocked each blow. Sparks flew between the two weapons colliding as Jaune allowed his aura to flow into his gloves.

Come on Jaune just hold on till she needs to take another breath.

Slowly the Arc was pushed down by her strikes to a near crouch and looking up he was met with Blake who sported a savage smile.

Don't think I don't know what your waiting for bastard, while that would work I'll just take you out before you get an opening.

Slowly she infused more of her aura into the blade and with it its destructive power notably increased pushing Jaune further down.

Almost there…

It was for only a moment but for that instant Belladonna's blade lagged and, in that moment Jaune acted.

"Heh." Swerving to the Raven-Haired Beauties blind spot, she quickly turned to him her blade at the ready only to feel his fist slam into her stomach forcing the air out of her. Before she could take a breath, his fist opened, and his palm laid flatly against her abdomen. She struggled to speak as she took in greedy breaths of air.

"Don't touch me!" Jaune smiled as his form begun to glow bright white.

"Well it was fun, but too bad for you, you chose to keep your weapon in that state, after all you may have a blade, but I have my gun drawn and aimed…"

"Sorry Kitty but you're not winning this." His white aura gathered upon his palm as he exhaled steam coming out of his mouth. He then took in a breath and his eyes glowed azure. Jaune allowed his muscle to flex and within his aura rushed throughout his body. The Collision of his median line and his iliopsoas muscle rang deep within his core giving off a sound reminiscent of a high caliber gun being loaded.

The force was amplified by his aura and he let it loose upon her. From his palm a pale white radiance burst forth bashing into the Huntresses shattering her remaining aura and sent her flying into the same tree he had been penned against crashing straight through it and into the ground beneath gouging it out.

Blake opened her eyes as she struggled to rise coughing out blood even now her vision was hazy, and every fiber of her body was pleading for her to stay down.

She looked up to see Jaune hand reaching out to her.

"Stay back!" Blake struggled back only to see a black ribbon in Jaune's grip, seeing it Blakes eyes widened in horror. She'd readied for the ridicule, it was the reason she hid her ears, so she could prove herself and then reveal her heritage, show the world that the faunus were more than what the White Fang made them out to be.

"Wow! Now those are cute." Blake looked back to him shocked to see him look at her wide eyed a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"Geez so I was right huh? Well guess the beautiful beast fits can't say it does you justice though."

Blake blinked surprised, after all he was a delinquent, shouldn't he be trying to lord her secret over her head not blushing like some kind of naïve city boy, especially over her faunus trait. Slightly flustered she reached out for the bow but winced when pain shot through her.

"Whoa, whoa hold on their miss queen of mean, take it easy." Jaune stretched out his hand where a dull light begun to shine before invading her. She felt her aura return and begin to mend her more serious wounds but not to the state where she was anywhere near combat ready.

"You won't be able to move to well for a good minute, not after tanking that blow." She looked to him questioningly not aware she'd let her guard drop by the slightest bit.

"What was that?" Jaune tilted his head.

"What that old thing, nothing much just a failed sword technique of the Nikos Household combines with the Arc Clan's and much like Crocea Mors reforge specifically for me. Consider yourself lucky that I only used a twenty of my aura for it instead of the usual thirty. Truth be told I haven't even named it yet despite all Pyr's insistence."

Even now Blake struggled to grasp Gambol Shroud. But before she could he gripped her wrist, not hesitating she rose her other fist for a strike only for that fist to be caught in his own he leaned in close to her they're eyes inches apart.

"But if I had to give it a name." Blake recalled Empress's words.

Be wary of his Aura Bullets.

"Aura… Bullet." Jaune's eyes widened at the name after only one person called it such! Without warning he gripped the girl and pushed her against the floor hovering over her a slight panic evident.

"Who told you that name!" Just as Blake readied to answer him a small form rushed forth from behind the two revealing that of a faunus girl with bright brown hair which two bunny ears peeked out from to match.

Seeing her senior in such peril she panicked pulling out a dust Baton loading it with gravity dust, she leaped toward Jaune's blind spot.

"You filthy creep! Get your hands off Miss Belladonna!" With a heavy thud she stuck him behind the head making him fall forward straight into Blake. Her legs rose in shock as she felt something warm against her lips looking up, she met eye to eye with deep blue who seemed just as transfixed on her amber orbs. Finally realizing his predicament and reasoning returning to him the Arc fell back off the girl quickly backing away from her as fast as he could. He looked to the brunette perpetrator.

"What did you do!" She looked to him just as panicked.

"What are you saying it was you who, who…" Her already flustered face grew all the redder while in the background the unusually quiet Blake grasped her sword. Finally noticing her trembling form the two turned their attention her way. With Jaune putting a hand before him as if telling her to stop.

"Whoa now hold on! Lets all calm down and talk this ou-" Blake looked up to them her face an unbearable red as she teared up the display was a cute as it was concerning.

"Oh crap she's crying… Moms gonna kill me."

"Y-you bastard… I'll, I'll…Castrate You!"