AN: For those wondering, no, Glynda and Jaune won't end up with each other. As well, for anyone who was hoping to see the stream, I am sorry it wasn't there. I thought I could get my internet ready by the date, but my provider wasn't up to it. Honestly, that's the best I could remember because I am making this note on the tenth. So there will be a poll on my profile page if anyone wants to see that because I just figured out how to do that.
I don't know how to make a poll on the mobile app, so I will count any yes or nos from the reviews. I also turned 21 on the 11th, and that was fun. I went on a date, and I think she likes me, boys. If she is reading this, you can hit me later. By the way, I
am still looking for an artist. I just might try to hit up people who do Coeur's stories.
Chapter 7: The Routine of a Squire
Jaune breathed heavily as he blocked another attack from Peter. "Ho, ho, nice block, lad. Now, what will you do about this?" The older man asked as he brought his left fist to Jaune's side. Whether it was on instinct or panic, Jaune brought his sword up to block. The meaty hammer broke through the block and carried it to his face. The tool kissed his face, his aura being the only thing stopping his lips from getting cut off.
As his body took off, he became a ragdoll and landed on the other side of the arena. A couple more tumbles, and he was out of the arena. The buzzer sang, marking the end of the match. Jaune looked up to see his aura in the red and Peter with a full tank. "Good show, young man. You almost got me there, but I am a man of great experience."
"You are also a man that needs to hold back," Bartholomew said from the sidelines. His head was deep in a couple of books spread across the floor. Jaune looked towards the man of history and reached out his hand for help. Bart only shuffled through more papers and muttered about the accuracy of the findings. Jaune's sore body relaxed on the training room floor, and he gave up on standing on his two feet.
"Ho, ho, my dear boy, you must walk off and stretch after every training session," Peter said as he put Jaune into different positions to stretch him out. "Come on, lad, you have to walk off all the training and get some water in you," the older man said as he lifted him like a sack of potatoes. The young Arc moaned and groaned as he was pushed and pulled into directions he didn't know that was possible. By the end of it all, he felt like a pretzel.
Jaune looked left and right for his water bottle until it was tossed at him by Bartholomew. After it hit him in the chest, he caught it on the rebound. "Sorry about that, Jaune. This study about Remnant's past just enthralls me," the doctor said. Jaune chugged the water with greed and finished it with a satisfying pop.
"It's alright, so what's it about?" Jaune asked, hoping to find a moment not to think about anything else.
"Well, you see, there is evidence that ancient societies used to worship different deities," the doctor said as he flipped through another paper. "They would sacrifice their own to trick the opposing god into their choice of worship." Jaune humed in response. "The why is still being theorized from believing the Grimm wouldn't attack them to a better harvest."
Oobleck continued his rambling, and Jaune started to tune him out. Peter walked up next to Jaune and said, "He'll be lost to us for a while, young man. Although he does appreciate your interest."
"It— It's no big deal," Jaune said with a hint of embarrassment. He looked at his scroll and saw the time said '11:45.' "Oh shoot, I have to get going and help Professor Goodwitch," Jaune said as he rushed to the showers.
"Good luck, lad, and don't let her scare you too much," Peter said while waving goodbye.
"And from there, we can learn new or different ways to fight off the Grimm. Or even find different areas of safety!" Bartholomew said excitedly. He looked up and saw only Peter Port staring at him impassively but with a slight smile. "Where did he go?"
"Oh, Bartholomew," Peter said as he shook his head.
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Glynda shifted through different papers, each having its importance. Some were assignments waiting to be graded. Some were about the ongoings of the school, like damages and requests from staff. However, they were primarily involved in the impending Vytal Festival. The door opened, and Jaune stepped through the threshold.
"You barely made it, Mister Arc," Jaune scratched the back of his head and sat down across from her. "I need you to sort the reports into two piles. Make one pile involving the dust robberies, the increased price, and any letters assigned to the Headmaster. The other pile is about reports of the ongoings of the school. Then I need you to take the first pile up to Ozpin when you're finished."
Jaune nodded and got to work on his assigned task. Glynda would hear muttering every now and then from the boy as he shifted through the papers. At the same time, her only response to the boy was her pen gliding across different documents. Jaune would occasionally take a sip from his water bottle, and she would sip from her tea.
It was something Glynda was happy to have. It was calm, and she was getting help. Any distant sound of combat was zoned out; she almost entered a zen-like state. Then Jaune squeezed too hard on his water bottle and became soaking wet.
"Aw man," Jaune said as he got up and away from the papers he was sorting. Glynda would like to think that his mind was being put to use outside the ring. She could also see her coworkers calling it self-preservation.
"Do you have a towel?" She asked as she pulled the papers away with her semblance.
"No. I left my towel with my gym clothes after training with Peter," Jaune said as he stood there looking like a soaking wet puppy.
"Well, now we can't have you dripping all over the floor." Glynda's right hand flicked her bedroom door open. Then she moved her fingers as if she was searching for something in the air. Finally, a towel from her bathroom came out, and it smacked the boy in the face.
The boy stumbled but recovered. "Thanks," he said from under the purple cloth.
"Go dry yourself in the bathroom and hang your jacket and shirt on the shower curtain."
"Yes, ma'am." Jaune moved to the door of her bedroom.
"Then take one of my blouses to wear until you can make it to your room." Jaune stopped in his tracks and turned to face Glynda with a beat red face.
"Y-your blouses? Why can't I-I just go and get one of my shirts?" Jaune stammered out.
"It wouldn't be appropriate for you to roam the halls without one," she said, not looking up from her work.
"And me roaming with one of your blouses is?"
"No, but this will teach you to be more considerate of your strength," she lectured and finally looked at the slumped boy. "Your Aura has finally recovered, and you didn't notice, and as such, not only while it was recovering your aching body. It also increased your strength because you didn't pay attention. Which also resulted in the damage of important documents Mister Arc."
"Now," she went back to work, "go change so you can deliver the paperwork to Ozpin. Then and only then can you change out of the blouse. Do I make myself clear?" she demanded.
Jaune, still slumped to the door frame, responded, "Yes, ma'am." The door closed, and Jaune came out with the garment after a minute. Glynda let out an amused huff when she saw the boy. The piece of clothing was a bit too big for him, considering he didn't have the assets his teacher had. It also didn't help the boob window presented his developing chest.
Jaune sat down with the same red face he had before he left. "I thought this would stop when I got older," he said and went back to work. Finally, after about thirty minutes of work, he finished his assigned task. Jaune stood to leave with the papers.
"Don't you dare take that off any sooner, Mister Arc. I will know if you do," Glynda said.
"Okay," he droned out as he left.
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Ozpin's elevator door dinged open, and he looked past his holographic screen. "Oh, Jaune, what do I owe the pleasure?" Ozpin asked, hoping that the young man wouldn't drop the stack of demons in his hands.
"I have these reports from Professor Goodwitch for you to review and plan. They're all about the increased dust prices and the robberies. Apparently, the council really wants something done about this," Jaune said as he sat the stack down in front of Ozpin. "Also, this one guy named James Ironhood? Ironwoo?"
Ozpin chuckled at Jaune's ignorance, "That's actually—" Ozpin's words halted, and he stared dumbly at Jaune's chest. "Jaune?" Jaune gave him a curious, huh? "Why do you have one of Glynda's blouses on?"
Jaune sighed and explained the situation to him. Ozpin giggled and brought a hand to his mouth. "You can go now, Mister Arc. Why don't you get changed and spend time with your team? I'm sure Glynda will do fine alone unless you want to help me out?" Ozpin never saw Jaune move faster in the short time he had known the boy.
"Good luck Ozpin," he said while waving. After a couple of seconds of making sure Jaune wouldn't come back up, Ozpin burst out laughing. He almost couldn't contain himself, and the only thing that brought him back to reality was the knocking at his window. He walked to it with his arms holding his sides. He nudged it with his shoulder to somehow soothe the pain of laughter.
A crow flew in and transformed into a lean, laughing man. They laughed until they became lightheaded and chuckled every now and then. "So," the changed man asked, "who's the kid? Did she go off and have a kid without us knowing?"
Ozpin wiped the tears from his eyes and picked up his glasses from the ground. "Now that's a story Qrow."
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Jaune truly wished he didn't walk to his dorm room. He should've stayed with Ozpin or gone to Glynda. However, the boisterous laughter from the other side of his door just reinstated his point. "Oh, my Gods. I didn't think Professor Goodwitch had a mean streak?" Nora shouted. Jaune entered his office to be greeted by a still-laughing Nora, a smirking Ren, and a Pyrrha losing her composure.
"You can laugh too, Pyrrha. Ozpin was laughing so loud I could hear him down the elevator shaft," Jaune said as he sat in his chair with an extra uniform in place of his punishment. Pyrrha's mirth didn't need anymore go ahead, and she laughed as hard as Nora. It's kinda impressive that Nora is still laughing. It's been like a whole five minutes since she started. Jaune thought as he looked at Ren. "I'm guessing you find this funny too, Ren?"
"Indeed, but I also have a solution to your problem," the green ninja said as he turned his whole body to face Jaune.
"You do?" Jaune questioned.
"Yes, I want you to attempt not to break an egg while your Aura is up. Try it when you're recovering from training and focus on healing," he instructed from Jaune's couch, gesturing his hands as if he was holding one. Jaune put his hand on his chin and looked at the ceiling.
"Hmmm, okay, sure," he said, then faced to look at Ren. "Thanks, man."
Ren nodded his head in nonverbal response. "Enough of this boring training stuff. Let's go hang out and do something as team Prawn Jam," Nora announced with her fists raised to the sky.
"Prawn Jam?" Ren, Jaune, and Pyrrha said in unison.
"Yeah, Prawn Jam. Since Prawn is just us three, and if we add Jaune, it's just team PRNJ. What would that make anyway? So I came up with Prawn Jam," she said proudly. The teens looked at each other and waited for the other to decide. Ren just shrugged, and the other two followed suit.
"Well, it is better than what the other students call us," Pyrrha said with a sigh and a hand on her cheek.
"What do they call you guys?" Jaune asked.
"Let's not worry—" Pyrrha began.
"Oh, team Porn," Nora said automatically. Jaune's jaw dropped, and then he laughed. Pyrrha's face glowed bright red, and Ren shook his head with the smirk still on his face.
"Oh, I so needed that," he said after his brief laughing session. He yawned and said, "But I think I need to rest. I can still feel the imprint of Corocea Mors."
"Oh, come on, please?" Nora begged with puppy dog eyes.
"Sorry, Nora; besides, I have paperwork from Bart, Peter, and Professor Goodwitch to complete on top of homework." Jaune then gestured to the stack of paper on his desk.
"Whose Bart and Peter?" Nora asked quizzically.
"Oh," Jaune said, realizing that he had let their names slip, "I mean Doctor Oobleck and Professor Port."
"You get to call them by their first names?" she shouted from the top of her lungs. The rest of the room's occupants had to cover their ears if the shaking of the windows were any indication.
"Jaune just has a different relationship with the teachers," Ren said as he was the first to recover. "If he has work to complete, we can't ask him to hang out with us, so he doesn't get in trouble." Jaune noticed he moved faster than anyone, as if he expected it to happen.
She turned to Ren and gave him the same puppy dog eyes. "Aww, but—" Nora began.
Ren gave her a look that said everything, and his words drove the point home. "Sooner he can get his work finished. Sooner he can join us, alright?"
"Fine," Nora, conceited to his logic, slumped into her cushion.
"Oh, I know," Pyrrha said as she finally recovered. "What if we help you?" Nora rose like a sunflower that just saw the sun. Jaune simply shook his head, and Nora fell back into her seat.
"Sorry guys, these are lesson plans and upcoming tests for later in the semester, but thanks anyway, Pyrrha," he said with a resigned smile. Pyrrha looked disappointed at the fact but accepted it.
"Oh, it's okay. Well, don't let us hold you up anymore. Let's go, you two." They said their goodbyes with the equal energy of a dead battery. Ren didn't help since he never changed his mood except when he saw him in the blouse. Jaune wanted to hang out and get to know his pseudo team, but duty calls. Even if duty gave you a slight headache and made you want to curl up into a ball and never see the light of day for the next three days.
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Jaune groaned after he made the final note to Peter's lesson plans. He thought the man would make time for his long-winded stories. Even if one could learn from his true stories, they sometimes didn't get to the point. So with a bit of moving around, he suggested and showed where he could tell his stories and still teach the required curriculum. Jaune flexed his hands to get the kinks out.
I wonder if I can still get arthritis with Aura? Jaune's thoughts of early retirement from his current job were cut short by a knock at his door. "Who is it?" he called out.
"It's Ruby. Can I come in?" she sounded from behind the wooden barrier.
"Yeah, it's unlocked." Jaune moved the documents to his drawer for later as the red-hooded girl walked in or ran. Jaune could only get a small portion in the desk when the girl came in like a speeding bullet. "Whoah," Jaune said as he stopped to address the girl. "What's wrong?"
"My team, Weiss, doesn't want to get along with just about anyone. She doesn't even listen to me." Ruby failed her arms about as she found a seat to settle in. "Yang is always coming to back me up, but she does it in her, her…."
"Her big sister kind of way?" Jaune asked as he got the last of his work put away.
"Yes!" she shouted as she failed her arms exaggeratedly. "I love my sister, I really do, but she's not helping. She is even snapping at Blake because she just doesn't help. Ugh, why me," she moaned into her hands. Jaune reached to a small mini fridge in the corner next to his desk and pulled out two drinks.
"Here, this might help." He handed her a can of chocolate milk while he had some water. Ruby took the drink graciously and took a sip from the can. She stopped off her swig with a satisfied 'ah.'
"Why do you have a mini fridge?" she asked as she pointed to the object.
"Oh, I don't know." Ruby gave him a face that just said, 'really?' "I'm serious; none of the other staff have mini-fridges. It just showed up one day with a note from someone named Q, and all it said was not to throw out the booze."
Ruby put her finger to her chin and thought for a minute. "That sounds like my Uncle Qrow. He does work for Ozpin."
"I guess, thank him for me, I guess," Jaune said but wasn't sure how to feel about the whole thing. "Okay, so about your team. Have you tried to get them to sit down with you and talk about all of this?"
"Yes. Have you not been listening?" she asked exasperatedly. Ruby then flinched and looked Jaune in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that."
Jaune raised his hands in a calming manner. "It's okay. It can't be easy to handle all of this, and it's bleeding into other things. My sisters would get on my nerves all the time back home, and it would be hard to remain calm about other things."
"How did you do it?" she asked as if he was a prophet.
"I didn't." Ruby slumped into her chair. "My mom did all the work. She had us sit down and try to understand where the other was coming from and why they thought that way. Then we would see what we could go from there."
"But they won't sit down," she said for the third time.
"If we didn't want to sit down, she would punish us."
"I don't think I can just punish them, Jaune," she said with a lop-sighted smile.
"True, but maybe you can talk to them one-on-one?" Jaune suggested as he gently squeezed his water bottle.
"As scary as that sounds, I still don't think Weiss would let me get a word in any way." She sighed and placed the empty can on the coffee table. "Maybe it's hopeless. I'm sure I could get transferred back to Signal."
"Or you could play to Weiss's fantasies?" Ruby gave him a questioning glance. "I mean, act like she is in charge or has her make it seem like all of your ideas are her ideas. Then slowly make her realize that you are the one in charge."
Ruby stared at Jaune, then picked up the can and squinted as if she were looking for something inside. When she was satisfied or tired of looking inside the empty can, she looked all across the container from the outside and then set it down. "Are you a supervillain?" she asked earnestly.
They both sat there in silence. Neither of them made a move, and Jaune started to chuckle darkly. Ruby retreated into her seat in a vain attempt to escape the apprentice. "So you've noticed my true nature. You shall not leave here alive young rose," Jaune said in a deep voice.
"I won't let your evil plans win," Ruby said as she pointed her finger at him. Jaune's face became a sinister sneer, while Ruby had a slight smirk on her face. Their faces cracked when one of them snorted. Both hunters in training fell into a fit of laughter and held their sides to ease the pain. "But that's actually not a bad plan, thanks Jaune," she said after they recovered.
"You're welcome, Ruby." Jaune looked at a holo clock on his desk and then back to Ruby. "You should probably get back to your room before curfew," he said as he jutted his thumb at the clock. She panicked and feared the idea of staying out past curfew. Then scrambled to the door.
"Talk to you later. K, thanks. Bye," she announced halfway down the hallway. Jaune chuckled and shook his head as he plucked a red disintegrating Aura petal from the coffee table.
"Well, I don't have to worry about cleaning up." Jaune sat down at his desk and thought for a second and thought about the young Rose's semblance. It could fall under two or three categories. I don't know what the red petals are supposed to do besides showing her attachment to her last name. Jaune pulled open his drawer to find his papers, filling them like a liquid. He sighed and realized that he would have to sort through them and look for any mistakes.
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Jaune made the final correction and stretched his arms. Popping and groaning was the only thing that came from him. He looked at the clock and groaned again. It was one in the morning.
AN: Oh, Jaune. Silly, silly Jaune. Completing work is important for his current life, but sleep and taking care of yourself are just as important alongside socializing and getting away from it all. Okay, before I add any more, I want to say a big thank you to TheSlySage for the suggestions and for checking out my Youtube channel. I decided to do something different and made a story about me defeating the first boss in Elden Ring.
The bloody Tree Sentinel. It's actually doing really well compared to my last videos. I can't believe I didn't think of doing something like that. Hell, I'm even in Creative Writing for college. That's my degree. Now for some news. It will have a second chapter if anyone is wondering about the Secret of the Rainbow. I don't know where it will go, nor do I have a plan. I'll just follow the however old year road map that is RWBY and if it goes beyond Vale. Well, we will see how it pans out.
Also, I need to create character sheets so I don't have the same character over the four different stories. I'll also be working with the author of A Meandering Arc for different kinds of Grimm and characters like Jaune's family and so on if they are important. But yeah, I find it kinda boring that Beowolves and stuff like that are copied and pasted. As well as what kind of things they are especially attracted to; for example, the beowolf is attracted to dysfunctional groups.
If you like what I make and want to see more, find me on Youtube, Twitch, TikTok, Twitter, and Facebook at Dragoo_Fire. The links are on the profile page.
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Next Chapter: November 16th
