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Chapter 1: A Knight, Wizard, and a Witch meet outside a bar

Jaune Arc always wanted to be a hero. Yet, he was rejected from a school for heroes. A son of heroes was rejected from a school for heroes. With the thoughts of his family finding it ridiculous and, well, the fact he ran away from said family, he stayed in the walled city of Vale.

He was surviving from odd job to odd job just to stay alive. To see if he could be a hero like his father and the rest of the Arcs. So if you asked why the six-foot skinny boy was facing the end of a blade next to a bar, it was to be a hero and gain fame and glory even in its simplest form.

It was really simple, honestly; he saw a woman getting mugged. Having the drive to be a hero and do the right thing was instilled by his parents. He stepped in and chose to do the right thing. Well, at the moment, the right thing has him facing the mugger. Maybe being a hero isn't something I'm cut out for.

"Oi! Are you listening to me?!" The mugger shouted, who was now shaking with what Jaune would call rage.

"Y-Yes!" he said with the bravest voice he could. The mugger smirked, so it must haven't been that brave.

"You're going to make that up to me, asshole. Hand over everything you have." The mugger raised his blade to Jaune's chest to punctuate his point. As he had no choice, Jaune emptied his pockets with a nod of his head. A wallet with only five lien in it and pocket lint. "That's it? Gah, you prick, you'll die for that," he said.

"Excuse me?" A new voice rang through the air. "Is there something wrong here?"

A sharp pain spread across Jaune's shoulder. His hands no longer held his wallet. Jaune was slowly falling back. All Jaune Arc ever wanted to be was a hero. I guess this was the price of such a goal.

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Glynda Goodwitch needed some help. Yet 'help' was not something she would gain. Her job was to help people, but who was there to help her? She knew the budget, but there was no harm in hoping for the impossible. When she asked her boss about the possibility of hiring help, he simply laughed.

Truly, help was something unknown to her. Just her barely surviving in a school full of hormonal super-powered teenagers and staff members. The latter might just rely on her too much. After another stressful day at work, she decided to get a drink with her boss.

So, still dressed in their work attire, they set out to the closest bar to Beacon. The glasses-wearing pair walked in relative silence. Both agreed to leave work at the place they basically called home. Even if they had their own private homes in the city.

They headed to a regular watering hole for Huntsmen and Huntsmen-in-training alike. The Warrior's Love was usually safe from the city's criminals, considering it was close to one of the four Huntsmen Academies. To her surprise, there seemed to be a mugging happening next to the said bar to her surprise.

Only to be stopped by a blond boy that seemed to be mugging himself. Glynda and her old friend step in with a resigned sigh before anything else could happen. "Excuse me? Is there something wrong here?" she asked. The criminal in question seemed to realize the trouble he had gotten into, stabbed the poor boy, and chose to run. Bad move.

"I'll help the young man," Ozpin said while rushing forward to the falling form. With a nod, Glynda took out her weapon of choice. A thin black riding crop with a purple design named The Disciplinarian pointed forward and purple energy surrounded it. The running man stopped in his tracks as he was pulled by the same power.

Bringing him face to face with the now glaring teacher, she started speaking while bringing out a transparent device: "Mugging someone near Beacon Academy is either very foolish of you or courageous of you, and I'll assume the former," she said with venom.

"My Glynda, insulting your enemy when he is already beaten is certainly out of your character," the Headmaster said with a chuckle. As the distant sound of serins could be heard, the veteran Huntsman asked an out-of-place question.

"Now tell me, young man, what do you do for a living?"

Glynda was about to voice her opinion when a pained gasp came back as a reply. After serval seconds, the boy answered. "Odd-odd jobs." The boy had to wait a moment before he could continue his words. "Just barely enough to make by."

With an understanding hum, the Headmaster stepped aside for the paramedics. "I'll be joining the young Arc. Please do find it in yourself to still enjoy yourself after giving your statement," the Headmaster said before turning to talk to the pandemics. He got in the ambulance and left in what looked like a small exchange between the two. Glynda turned to the police officer with a stray thought going through her head. How did her boss know the boy's name?

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Fast was the only word the seventeen-year-old boy could think of when describing his current situation. First, he was rushed to the hospital to be treated for a stab wound by the same stranger that saved him. Secondly, when he woke up the next day, the same man greeted him, saying he had already paid for the treatment. Thirdly, he introduces himself as the Headmaster of the very school he tried to get into with false transcripts.

Fourthly, he said he knew about them, and that's why he didn't let him inside the school. But finally and certainly the biggest bomb of information was his offer. "I'm sorry, could you say that again?"

"Of course, Mr. Arc, as I said, I wish to offer you a place at my school as an assistant to the staff. In return, we will train you enough to at least reach a level where you'll survive initiation. While I will say, it was foolish to think you could even get into my school at your skill level. I do find your choice of action admirable."

Before Jaune could even speak his mind, he was faced with another question. "But before you answer my proposition, I need you to answer two questions. Why did you run away from home to become a Huntsman, and why didn't you ask your father to train you?"

Jaune closed his mouth and eyes to think.

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"Just train me. It's not like you can protect us forever!" Jaune shouted at a blonde man, his father.

"Because you're weak, it's too early for you to train, and you'll just be useless! Being a Huntsmen isn't a game! It's a life full of pain and strife!" He approached Jaune slowly and put his hand on his shoulder. "Not everyone is cut out to be a Huntsman, and-" Jaune shoved his hand off his shoulder to run out of the house. Ignoring the pleas of his mother.

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"Because he wouldn't. Because he thought I would be useless as one. I want to be a Huntsman because I want to help people. I want to be a hero. I might be seventeen, but I'll become the hero I want to be, and not being accepted to Beacon won't stop me," he said with determination. The Headmaster looked down into his coffee cup as if it held an answer.

Not what he expected from the man who runs Beacon Academy. He also didn't expect to look like the man aged more than humanly possible. But what brought him out of his musing was not his vocal reply but what the young Arc said. "Have you told my parents what happened last night?"

"No, surprisingly, I haven't, and I say so because even if I could find your father's contact info in the database. I just didn't even think I should've. Do you know why Mr. Arc?" Jaune only shrugged in response. "Well, if you don't have an answer, then I don't either."

"Can I ask you a question, Headmaster? Before I give you my answer? Jaune said with a cautious tone. In return, the Headmaster nodded his for the go-ahead. "I can understand that I need a way to pay for training, but an assistant?"

The Headmaster could only sigh in reply. "Do you know the average life expectancy of Huntsmen?" Ozpin asked with a longing tone.

"Um, no," Jaune said with present fear.

"Twenty-eight to thirty-five, and that doesn't consider the rank of missions. "

Jaune Arc knew how dangerous being a Huntsman could be, but to hear people die so soon. It was terrifying to a seven-teen-year-old. Suddenly a thought went passed through his mind. Is this what dad was trying to stop him from marching towards?

"Now, knowledge is often passed onto the next generation to make more resilient Huntsmen. But that is usually one-on-one training. Most Huntsmen retire and start families if they can. Our job isn't a pretty one, and the amount of educators we have is slim, to say the least."

"So what, do you want me to become a teacher instead of a Huntsman?" Jaune asked with mild disbelief. "Headmaster, no offense, but I'm not the best student. So how can I even teach people who are most certainly stronger than me?"

"I still wish to see you become a Huntsman. That hasn't changed, but there is another stage of you becoming an assistant to the staff of Beacon. I wish to have a future Huntsman who understands the importance of teaching from the begging. That way, we may have more resilient Huntsmen and women in the foreseeable future."

Jaune Arc was too shocked by the older man's insight. To think the man would think that far ahead was surprising. At that moment, Jaune could see why this man was the Headmaster of the most prestigious school for Huntsmen. Then the realization of the situation hit him like a charging Goliath. Jaune was going to be trained by some of the best Huntsmans in the world and work alongside them. Maybe he would even be prepared by the man in front of him.

The next words that came out of his mouth were the words of a desperate man full of hope. "I'll do it," Jaune said while reaching out his right hand to shake Ozpin's hand. The painful reminder of his recent actions came back to haunt him.

"Eagerness is what we look for but don't push yourself, . After all, we need you for the foreseeable future."


AN: Hey, there amigos, I hope you all like my first story on this site. I got this idea from Coeur Al'Aran's Professor Arc. I will admit that I am hooked on his stories. But they are so long. Nothing wrong with that but listening to Forged Destiny takes an hour. Anyway, I'll fill out my bio at a later date, and please leave reviews on your thoughts about this story.

Big thanks to Ashann_Fall on Wattpad for Beta reading. Go find them there, great person. I stream on twitch under Dragoo_Fire and the same on Youtube if you want to see more of what I do.

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Next Chapter: May 20th