Heyya everyone, how ya'll doing?! I noticed that people actually really like this story, which brings me happiness like no other. As my way of thanking everyone for bringing me such joy, I decided to start writing another chapter very short (within 24 hours) after posting the first chapter. Hope ya'll enjoy it!

"Speech"

'Thought'

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If you were to ask Jaune what he hated most, his initial answer would probably be motion sickness. Though if you were to ask him if that's really the truth, he would shake his head and tell you the truth. What is the truth you may ask? The feeling of being weak.

Jaune was currently sitting on his bed with Crocea Mors in his hands. It had been two days since everyone basically went off on their own little escapades. After two days of sitting around like a dejected puppy, he decided that enough is enough. It was time for some serious training, because he still had a lot of catching up to do. 'Maybe that's why they left me behind, so they could train at a higher level.' He thought to himself. As cruel as it would be, the possibility was there. After all, they came here to improve as well.

As much as he hated to admit it, he still wasn't even nearly as good as his peers. For every moment he trained to improve himself, so did the others. Not that this was surprising of course, after all this is Beacon aka he most prestigious school in all of Remnant. Prodigies are the norm here, even if some shine more than others.

If he was being honest, he didn't care that he wasn't the best huntsman in Beacon. He was already more than happy that he made it here, but somewhere deep inside of him, he couldn't help but wish for more. To rise above all and show the world what he is made off, to prove to the world that he was a hero. As foolish and childish dream, but a dream nonetheless he thought. To achieve such a dream however, he had to work for it.

First however, he should think of a training schedule. Only an idiot would just go into the gym or the training halls and hope that he would better after throwing himself against the machines for long enough. No, this required a bit more expertise and probably also a lot of time. Luckily enough he wasn't planning on going home during the six week long break. 'Gotta love summer breaks.' Jaune thought to himself.

Deciding to get this whole training gig going, he stood up and laid his hand-me-down on his bed. He couldn't help but yawn while doing so, school was a major energy drain for him. Especially with his grades… 'Gotta do something about that as well.' He thought somewhat dejected to himself. He slapped his cheeks hard to get his mind back on track, the pain almost instantly fading because of his aura reserves, and grabbed some paper.

He laid the paper down on the desk in their room and grabbed a random pink pen that was on the desk. 'Probably Nora's.' He thought as he picked it up. Thinking that she wouldn't mind him borrowing her pen for a bit, he started to work his brain on a good training regime. 'Alright, where to start…?' He thought to himself. He might knew that he needed a training regime, but that doesn't mean he's an expert fitness coach. 'Is it better to start with strength training or stamina training? Or is sword practice better?'

He sat there in his chair for nearly 30 minutes before finally giving up. Nothing was written on the paper, he knew damn well he needed practice on all fronts. The question on how to better himself or what training regime was most effective was the main issue here. He wasn't going to follow a list that worked only semi-decent at best.

He lets out a loud sigh and turns his head towards the window. It's a sunny day today, almost no clouts in the sky and people could be heard laughing and having fun. He slowly turned his head again towards a picture on the desk. A picture of team JNPR, one they took around the start of the year. He was looking even more scraggly back then than he did now. The picture almost felt like a distant memory, even though that picture wasn't taken that long ago.

Jaune shook his head and stood up with a newfound determination. Now was not the time to be moping around. He's done with that whole schtick. He crumbles the paper into a ball and threw it in the trashcan. 'I know one person who is able to help with this. It might cost me my life though.' He thought to himself as he made his way towards the door. 'Either this is going to be a mistake, or one of the smartest things I did since I came here to Beacon.' He thought to himself as he left their dorm room. If he was being completely honest with himself, it was probably both.

Goodwitch's Office

That's what the sign on the door said. Anyone with some form of sanity would be terrified when they stood in front of her door. Mostly because it was the equivalent of standing on death row, but that's beside the point.

Jaune silently mustered up the courage to knock on the door, only to be met by a voice behind him which totally didn't cause him to jump or anything. "Mr. Arc, may I ask why you are here?" the voice asked.

The white knight of team JNPR turned his head towards origin of the voice… and there she was. Miss Goodwitch, alongside Dr. Oobleck and professor Port. Jaune couldn't help but gulp at the sight of the tree. They were great professors, but they were all strict in their own ways. Steeling his nerves, he decided that if he wanted to actually become better, than he should ask his betters. "H-hello there miss Goodwitch. I'm here to see you actually." He said with a small stutter that he mentally berated himself for.

This caused some eyebrows to raise. Not many people would go out of their way to see miss Goodwitch, unless it was something major. People often preferred going to the more gentle teachers like miss Peach. 'Hm… he does seem a bit nervous. Did something happen?' Glynda couldn't help but wonder.

"Err… yes, I wanted to ask you a few things about a training regime, plus some other stuff. If you wouldn't mind that is." Jaune said with a more determined voice now. If Glynda was being honest with herself, this would have been the last thing she expected. Even Bartholomew and Peter were somewhat perplexed by this. They knew that Mr. Arc barely passed this year, but most people would be more than satisfied with this, especially with Beacon's standards.

"Hmm… I suppose I do have some time to spare to help you out." She said while looking him serious in the eyes. He was looking back at her. His eyes were filled with a good resolve, but would it last? Most people's determination would falter after hearing about a quarter of her training regimes. Would he be the same? Ozpin did keep Mr. Arc around for some reason, even after he confessed his crimes about his transcript, something that Oz was apparently already aware of. Maybe this could give her some insight on the person that made even Ozpin curious. She knew that Mr. Arc had a lot of potential in him, through both being told by Ozpin and through her own experience. She might be able to let him tap in to that. 'This could prove to be an interesting opportunity.' She thought to herself.

"Peter and Bartholomew, let's resume our talk later." She said, but the answer from the two was somewhat surprising. The two exchanged a look. Both had seen the look in Jaune's eye and if they were being honest, they wanted in on this. Things were getting rather boring during these times and most students (with a few exceptions) were becoming more dispassionate.

Most people in the school were so lax, because they've mostly experienced only peace and tranquility. They understand why they are here and what the goal is, but they don't give off the feeling that they understand their necessity in society. It was the equivalent of a person studying to become a doctor, but only putting in half the effort since every wound they have seen is at most mildly severe. Such people would be useless when the time comes that greater skills are needed. Sadly enough this wasn't something just among students either. If only every person in this field knew what kind of horrors really are out there.

Now however, they see a rare sight of someone trying to make a full attempt for self-improvement, someone who Ozpin himself refer to as unsurmountable untapped potential finally willing to make a serious attempt at rising out of mediocrity, they couldn't help let their hopes and curiosity get the better of them. They saw the opportunity to really teach again and neither were foolish enough to let that opportunity go.

"I'll do ya one better." Peter started. "How about Bartholomew and I will help you with making a training regime." He said with an almost challenging look towards Glynda that basically said "We are going to be in on this, whether you like it or not". Bartholomew also decided to quip in "No offense Mr. Arc, but your physical aspect isn't the only thing that could use some upgrading."

Even though it wasn't the most pleasant thing to hear from you teachers, it wasn't any less true. Deciding that averting from the truth now would destroy any purposes of him being here, so he just waved it off and nodded.

"Furthermore" Bartholomew continued "Both Peter and I can teach him some things from our respective fields as well." This got an approving nod from Peter and a perplexed look from Glynda. She was somewhat suspicious of their sudden will to be involved with something that would nothing more than an irregular request, she couldn't help but think. Maybe they're looking beyond the surface as well? If that was the case, then that could promise for an outcome for Mr. Arc. that even she can't truly fathom.

"Very well, shall we discuss this matter in my office then?" She said to the three gentlemen, earning a nod from all three of them and two smiles from the teachers.

The four of them entered Goodwitch's office. The office in itself was decently sized, as expected for Goodwitch's status. The room had white walls and a black floor. On both sides of the room were two identical bookcases. Next to the left bookcase was a potted plant, and next to the right one was a small closet. At the back of the room was a large brown desk with a computer and a desk lamp on it. Behind the desk was a chair and two pictures. In front of the desk stood two chairs, but she did have two more foldable chairs in her office to the other side of the left bookcase. The room in itself was very tidy, as expected of the dean of Beacon.

Miss Goodwitch walked over to her chair and took a seat. Both Jaune and prof… Dr. Oobleck took a seat on the two chairs in front of her desk, while Port grabbed one of the foldable chairs and took it to Goodwitch's desk. Glynda looked Jaune once more in the eyes, she could see that he felt slightly intimidated, which was fair. She was very much aware of her reputation and both Peter and Bartholomew weren't helping here.

She looked away and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her desk. She wrote something down quickly before looking up again. "So Mr. Arc, before we start I want to ask you a question." Glynda said while looking at the boy. He raised a brow, but nodded anyway.

Seeing his approval, she continued. "So what made you come here? Or I should say come to me?" She asked the young man. This question somewhat caught him off guard, though that doesn't mean he didn't answer. "Well um…" He started while scratching his neck. "I came to you because seemed like the best person to go to. I mean are our combat teacher. Coming to you seemed like an obvious choice." He said with a nervous smile.

Glynda gave him a piercing look. She has been long enough in this line of work to know that that wasn't the truth, or rather not the complete truth. How did she know this? Simple. He came to her. Now this wouldn't be a weird thing if she was the only teacher who would be able to make a proper training regime, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Every teacher in this school is specialized in something outside of their normal fields. That, along with being amongst the 5% of best huntsman. These were the bare minimum requirements for every teacher here at Beacon and she could name three people within ten seconds that could make him a splendid training regime. Amongst those were two other combat instructors and Peach.

The fact that he didn't go to Peach or one of the other instructors was the first reason that she felt like he wasn't telling the complete truth. This has to do with that he didn't go to one of the other instructors. Her presence and effect on the students didn't elude her. She knew that she was a strict teacher, even amongst Beacon standards. That, along with the fact that people often would call her training regimes ridiculous and neigh impossible to survive that. Mix that some gossip and the result would be that people avoided her like the plague when it came to stuff like this.

The second reason was the time that he asked for help. The notes were already handed in and he passed, even if barely in the combat department. His growth was remarkable, even keeping up with some of his peers, despite him never actually winning a match. The fact that the only two styles he knew was basic swordsmanship and that of his partner's, it wasn't surprising that he hasn't won a match up till now.

Miss Nikos's fighting style was created, honed and designed after her build, weapon, preferred way of fighting and her semblance. Trying to copy her style wasn't the way to go, since all the previous stated factors didn't apply to Jaune.

No, the issue is that he wants to better himself when it wouldn't matter in the short term. Sure, he could train during the summer break, but most people tend to slack off during their breaks. That's what they're for after all, especially with the current period that they are living in right now. Things were rather peaceful these days, which wasn't a bad thing, but huntsmen and students alike are becoming more lax with each year, but that is beside the point.

He could have trained with his team in his second year or he would have come to her before the start of the third semester to get his grades up a little. No, something else was here at play and she had a hunch on what it was.

Glynda knew her students and their team compositions a lot better than most initially would think. So whenever something changed, either in a person or within the team dynamic, she could and would always notice. The ladder was the case for team JNPR.

She noticed both the poorly hidden lonely looks he wore when he thought nobody was looking and also noticed the rest of team JNPR taking more distance from him. By the looks of it, it wasn't out of ill-will. It was more like preferring a new group of friends over the other or moving on from something to enjoy something new. This isn't anything remotely rare amongst teams or for humanity as a whole. People leave things behind. That's life.

Glynda wasn't a dumb person if her title as Ozpin's right hand woman said anything. So putting two and two together wasn't that hard, but now there is a new question. The question that decides if he was serious about this or not. Will he fess up?

"Mr. Arc." She started. She could visible see him swallow. "Well I don't doubt your initial reason for coming here. I don't feel like you are being completely honest here. Am I wrong?" She said with a sharp glare. Most people would likely stop here and make their excuses to leave, but that is where this boy, no young man, defied her expectations.

She expected him to shrink in his seat. He began to sit straighter. She expected him to show fear and/or anger. He gave her a sad smile. She expected a stammer. He spoke with a clear voice. She expected dishonesty. He gave her a straight answer. She expected him to falter. He showed her determination. She expected him to be like the rest. He differentiated.

"You aren't wrong with your assumption miss Goodwitch." He began. "There is another reason, a few actually, but first and foremost I shall tell you why I came to you specifically. When I compare myself to my peers, especially my team and team RWBY, I feel inadequate. I feel like I'm holding the team back with my overall combat power, or the lack thereof." He confessed, but he wasn't done yet.

"With everyone now doing different things I know in terms of easiest to hardest training regimes, yours are the hardest of them all. I've heard the rumors about them being hard enough to make even regular huntsman give up on them within a week. While most would avoid such a thing, I knew the only way to ever catch up would be through something ridiculous. So I came to you." He continued.

The three of them nodded at his explanation. It didn't look like he was finished yet, but the fact that he actually was fessing up was a step in the right direction. Both Peter and Bartholomew have been silent for a while, they were listening carefully to the conversation. They silently conveyed their thoughts with looks they gave at each other, agreeing both with Glynda on confronting the young man on his incomplete reasoning.

"I will say that there has been some recent developments within my team as well that made me look back on myself. When I did, I was dissatisfied with what I saw. I felt myself lacking in many categories where a huntsman should be competent. This was the initial reason why I wanted a proper training regime in the first place." He explained. "I want to be more. More than I am now, so please. Help me. Give me a chance to prove that I can improve. A chance to change." He pleaded while bowing in his seat.

The three teachers looked at each other for a moment, all of them had smiles on their faces. At that moment, they all gave each other a nod. They were convinced that the young man in the chair was genuine with his request. So who were they to deny him.

"Very well Mr. Arc. I shall accept your request." Glynda said with a warm smile. The young man looked up with a hopeful smile. "Don't forget about us." Peter said with a smile of his own, causing all three heads to turn to him. "Indeed Mr. Arc. Miss Goodwitch isn't the only one who is going to be helping you out." Dr. Oobleck said with approving look.

Jaune himself couldn't help but smile like an idiot. "Thank you." He says with a wide grin. "Don't thank us yet young man, believe me. We're going to put you through the wringer a few times and believe me, you won't be thanking us then." Port says with a boisterous laugh, to which Jaune responds "I wouldn't have it any other way.".

"Alright then, let's start with the basics then. Since could use some improvement on a lot of different aspects, so the three of us will split up the work. I think it's best for me to be in charge of your basic body strengthening training and additional combat training." Glynda said, earning a nod from everyone.

"I shall be in charge of his academics then. I didn't get my PhD for nothing after all." Oobleck started. "Additionally to that, I will also be in charge of your diet. I went to night school to follow a course on dietetics after all." He said, while getting a questioning look from Jaune.

"With all due respect sir, why did you do that?" He said with a questioning look. Before the man could answer, his partner did so for him. "Oh that. It has to do with his semblance." Professor Port said. Before Jaune could ask what that meant, Oobleck explained it a bit more himself.

"My semblance has to do with whatever I ingest. Something with a high caffeine level can make my every movement and bodily function very fast, while something like alcohol can make my body more resistant to harsh blows and reduce my feeling of pain in general. Other kinds of liquids can do different things to my body. Why else did you think my main weapon is a thermos can?" He finished.

'That explains a lot.' Jaune thought to himself after hearing the explanation.

"So professor, what are you going to help me with?" Jaune asked while looking at professor Port. The jolly man lets out a chuckle and smiles at the boy before explaining his role. "I'm going to teach some of the basic survivor skills every huntsman worth their salt needs. I shall also be in charge of your hunter skills and your grimm slaying prowess. You might be a skilled fighter, but if you can't hunt, you aren't fit to be a huntsman. It's in the title after all." He says.

After his explanation, Jaune could see the logic behind that. Honestly, he wasn't expecting to be helped by three professors, but he couldn't complain. After all, the fact that they are so willing to help him couldn't make him feel more happy. No matter what kind of regime comes out of this, he would follow it to the bitter end.

"Now let's start with the basics…" Glynda began.

And that's all peops. Hope you liked the new chapter, I worked hard on it. I rewrote a few parts multiple times just so I could convey certain stuff better. Honestly I'm not the most talented writer, but I try my very best. So please work with me here for a bit. I decided that Jaune should get some serious training first before letting him go on missions. Without some proper training, most missions would probably just end up in failure if he were to go right now at this point. The next chapters will be about him training, but around chapter 6 he will go on his first mission. Also I want to thank everyone once again for their kind words. With that being said, cya!

~MT