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-xXx-
In one of the most famous cities in the world, a young boy, barely 5 with black hair ran around on the coble-blocked streets in pure joy.
He is happy to be in Rome! The City where all good fathers and sisters live. The old-looking buildings! The many other people around! The many statues of Saints around! He was learning so much about those wonderful saints here in Rome and his parents were more than willing to tell him about the saints.
There was even a saint holding a spear that stabbed Jesus Christ! At first, he was scared and angry at the saint who had done it! But his parents explained that St. Longinus only stabbed Jesus after Jesus died to check if he is dead and became a Christian afterward!
Through his joy and running around in the crowded street he will soon discovers that he was lost.
Wondering where his mommy and daddy were, he spends a few seconds looking in all directions for his mommy and daddy. What was only 20 to 30 seconds, to the boy it was hours, and the fact he could not find his parents means one thing? He was lost, in an unknown place to boot.
And he has done what all children will do in this situation. Cry.
"WAH! MOMMY! DADDY!"
Crying in a middle of a street would attract people and would gather sympathy especially if it was a young child, but all people around just decided to gawk. Tourists, priests, nuns, and vendors just gawk or ignored the child, not wanting to be involved. The child even felt more terrified that his mommy and daddy didn't come and save him like how they always did when he cried, and the stares of all of these scary old adults didn't help.
He thought of himself sleeping on the streets and never seeing his mommy and daddy again.
Then he felt a pat on his head.
The boy felt a familiar large hand on his hair, patting him affectionately. He thought that it was his daddy, but when he looked up, he saw a man with hair like the sun and eyes like the sea. His smile calming like his father's, but he looks way younger than him. For some reason, the child feels like he was looking at his grandfather.
The child didn't have yet the vocabulary to describe what he saw, but through the man's eyes a fatherly and grandfatherly instinct shined through to protect the child.
"It is okay now." He said like how the child's grandpapa will say when he cries.
The boy instinctively pressed his head further to the man's hand, he felt that it was rougher than his father's, but the mere presence of the man told him that he was a good guy! Like daddy and grandpapa!
"I can't find mommy and daddy."
The man nodded and squatted to the boy's height and eye level, "when was the last time you saw them"
The boy merely shrugged and looked down to the ground.
"Do you look like them?"
The boy thought for a while and said, "people said that I look like daddy."
Nodding, the man stood up and scanned the area among a large crowd of tourists, priests, and nuns. He spotted no one who looks like the child.
So, to the amazement of the child, the man jumped 8 feet into the air! Once in the air for a second, he spotted two people, a couple, panicking in the sea of tourists. When he landed back on the ground, only a few priests saw him do the act and just shook their heads.
"I found your parents, come." The man offered his hand to the boy, and the boy, who felt like he could trust him, took his hand.
-xXx-
Seeing a kid crying into the chest of his mother is not something you want to see. The mother hugged her son tight while the father bowed in gratefulness to Jaune.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
"It's not a problem sir."
The mother observed the young man and was surprised to see someone as young as him here while wearing the priestly black vest.
"Are you a priest? You look so young."
"Ahh… no, not yet at least. Still, 14, and I need to be older to formally be one." Jaune responded and turned his head to see his group looking for him, "anyway I have to go, enjoy your tour Sir, Ma'am."
When he was about to leave, he felt a tiny hand grab his vest, he turned and saw the boy looking at him with teary eyes, "thank your big brother! I… I will be a priest just like you."
Both parents look amused, but Jaune looked anything but, as he tried his best to repress some memories in his current life.
"No problem, but you have a long childhood ahead of you, so don't think too much of the adult stuff, okay?" Jaune patted the child's head with affection, "being a priest or nun, is a big responsibility, and sacrifices are made."
The child just looked confused, and the three grown-ups just laughed.
"Hahahaha that is advice coming from a young teenager like you." The Father chuckled.
"Well, I picked my responsibilities." Jaune turned and saw his group, "I have to go! Bye!"
Then he jogged and waved through the crowd of people to finally meet up with his group.
"Where have you been?!"
An irritated twin quietly yelled as she grabbed Jaune's hand and brought him back to the group.
"Well, a found a lost kid."
"I am sure that the priest and nuns on the streets would have helped him. C'mon! we will be late!"
Jeanne tugged Jaune to the group, excited about what is to come for today's activity while Jaune merely smiled sadly at her last comment.
They will soon arrive at a highly secured building, but to tourist, it looks like one of the many chapels available in the Vatican with its goth design, saints, and angels statues around it.
Upon entering a highly secured building of the Vatican, Jaune and his classmates were greeted by a sight of many children of different ages. They wore different uniforms; some were familiar with representing the different departments they belong such as Lint and Sieg wearing white vests while other people wore different designs!
He then saw different priests and nuns wearing different designs and immediately saw designs of the Protestant and Orthodox faiths.
What are rivaling faiths doing in one building?
They all entered a room and Jaune immediately felt the magic guarding it; his aura tingled for just a moment to feel the raw magical properties interact with his unique "magic". But when they all went in even further, he felt a cold chill shimmering just beneath his aura; his aura screamed at him to run.
Grabbing the hand of Jeanne, he whispered to her without rising any suspicion, "Jeanne, warn everyone. Code pigeon."
Jeanne immediately tensed up as she understood the code her brother made for everyone in her class, as she passed the code to her classmates. Slowly, every one of his batch tensed up and looked around cautiously.
"You are not joking Jaune?" Sieg asked seriously, "we are in a very secured area."
"A secured area has something valuable in it, so it will be no wonder if someone tries to steal or kill it."
The group stood beside many others as their muscle tensed and their eyes darted.
Although Jaune cannot see that much, they saw a huge row of swords glowing in energy.
"Welcome! Brothers and Sisters from every faith! Today will be the Holy Sword Ceremony selection held only once in every generation." A man announced in front of everyone, "you are here to see if any of these Holy Swords and Weapons could synergize with you."
Jaune didn't know how to feel about Holy or Magic Swords in general. Isn't it just the Schnees' weapons? Yes, useful but weapons, dust, and semblance should never be overly relied on. Then again it is coming from a guy who used an heirloom to fight Grimm.
"And since we have participants from the Sigurd Institute, we can finally bring the Demonic Swords to the table." Sieg, Lint, and many others wearing the same vest as they beamed.
Suddenly, the warning my aura gave me spiked as a few men finally pushed a cart carrying five huge and wide swords.
"Behold the Demonic Swords of the Norse Realm!"
Many people were in awe of the weapons, but Jaune just stared at them. Like a fly towards a fire, only instead of amazement, he felt terror and caution with his aura warning him much more.
The Pool of Darkness. The last "gift" of the God of Darkness and the origin of all Grimm.
A quick flashback from a young Oscar with a different voice explains the environment of Salem's realm and rediscovering another lost ability of his aura.
Releasing a breath, he didn't know he was holding, he whispered to Jeanne, "False alarm. My aura was reacting to the Demonic Swords."
Jeanne too released a breath and smiled in understanding to her twin. Soon the message was passed on to the remaining classmates.
"You scared of them~," Lint asked teasingly
"They are called Demonic Swords for a reason Lint."
"Hehehehe~ Sieg and I are designed to wield them, so don't go avoiding me once I wield one~" She finished with a flirtatious smile and a wink, but all she got from Jaune was his brotherly smile.
Lint then fumed at the lack of his reaction as Sieg gave a knowing smile back at Jaune. Jaune saw Sieg's look and gave him the smile telling him that he knew what Lint was doing.
The ceremony proceeded with Sieg compatible with all five Demonic Swords and Lint only compatible with one.
The rest touched sword to spear to bow and even shields to see if they will react.
"Yes!"
"Not bad!"
"THANK YOU, GOD!"
The majority of us were compatible with many Holy Weapons, however, these weapons were only at the same level as the swords which Holy Blacksmith makes; just above the mass-produced light swords with a few unique magic abilities.
The minority of others who were not compatible at all were comforted by peers and mentors claiming that they already have a Sacred Gear.
As for Jaune.
"No good?" Jeanne asked as Jaune held Excalibur Rapidity, as it refused to glow or unleashed its power.
Jaune sent his aura into it in hopes that it might trigger anything, but all he got was a curious message.
[You are like him, but you are not him.]
Jaune understood that maybe Holy Swords are just picky as a young Weiss.
"Nah, even this didn't work."
Jeanne looked sad for her twin as Excalibur Blessing glowed brightly in her hand.
"It's alright Jeanne."
"But… but you didn't even get a Sacred Gear!"
"Hey, I have Aura."
Jeanne's eyes darken when Jaune mentions his "gift", but not in jealousy but righteous anger.
"There must be something you can do other than that. So that they can…"
"Hey." Jaune placed his hand on her to calm her down, "everyone is special, and believe me that sometimes people will just see that as being alien." He then turned to Sieg as he held three swords with his Twice Critical, "My gift is special, and I will not have it another way."
Then Jaune felt pain!
"ARHGGGG!"
He fell to the ground and his body pulsed out rapidly! Electric arcs covered his body as his aura tried to fight back, but obviously, fail to do anything about it.
A memory of one Neptune and his Tri-hard electrocuting Sun in their spars as he is one of the very few huntsmen to have an anti-huntsmen weapon, a taser.
"JAUNE!"
"Hmmm, I see. So, your touki won't activate on a surprise attack." A familiar and annoying voice spoke.
"YOU!"
Hundreds of swords were unsheathed as Jaune's classmates, now Holy Sword and Demonic Sword users point their weapons to him.
"STOP THIS NOW!"
The power of the Spirit of Joan d'Arc, Excalibur Blessing, the Demonic Swords, and many other lesser Holy Swords were unleashed as they all threatened the Chinese Priest.
"Now remember your place." The Chinese Priest threatened.
"I am Joan d'Arc and wield of not one, but six Excalibur Fragments." Jeanne reasoned back, "if anything, my position now outranks you, a priest who is knowledgeable of a pagan power!"
The Chinese Priest then unleashed his touki in anger as tensioned rise.
But while this was going on, Jaune wore a worried face not due to the stand of, but because of something else.
"Stop! All of you."
The new holy sword wielders and demonic wielders stopped and looked at him in confusion.
"We all know that they have little care about me, a "Touki" user's well-being, so don't cause any trouble now."
His new armed classmates looked at the adults in the room and noticed that none of them decided to step in for Jaune, then they sent their glare at them. Even without the power of their swords, their glare is enough to scare many of the adults who were now outranked by these kids due to their status as Holy Sword wielders.
Jaune looked at the side again and still saw his new worry.
-xXx-
"You have some balls to say such an accusation, boy." An aged man behind a desk said.
"Director," Jaune look on bravely with determination, "I know what I saw, and believe me if you saw how that, bishop, stared at Jeanne and my other classmates you can tell something is up and be overprotective of them."
"So, you are sure that Bishop Galilei, one of the star scientists of this generation, is a pervert?"
Jaune looked confused for a moment, "what? Pervert? Why will I say that?"
The director let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't know if he wanted to believe young Jaune, especially with that rumor/joke that the Vatican has pedophiles running around.
"… he had a mad smile every time someone showed signs to be a holy sword wielder, especially for the Excalibur fragments." Jaune gravely said with a maturity of an adult, "like he had something in mind or a plan."
"Well, maybe he is just brewing some ideas to counter the devils."
"Director, with all due respect, we all know that a full war or extinction of the devils will not do good to the humans, and the madness he had belongs to someone who is a psycho, not just that of a fanatic. I know that look."
"Jaune, I am truly sorry about what the higher-ups and Father Peng has done to you, but I doubt he is a psycho."
"Sir, I know how a psycho looks like, how a fanatic looks like, and how a psycho fanatic looks like. Trust me." Memories of Tyrian surfaced for a moment, "Father Peng is merely a fanatic on my touki and God; my touki is a chance to finally prove himself that he belongs to the church, but what I saw in that Bishop, was one of a fanatic and a psycho."
The director couldn't help but sigh.
"Listen Jaune, maybe your overprotectiveness is just getting the better of you."
"Believe me, Sir, there is a reason why I must be overprotective; treating the wounds of my sister and making sure she ate breakfast is one thing, but this concern requires your attention."
With his chin on his hands, the director looked at Jaune to see any crack in his logic, but all he saw were strong blue eyes that reminds him of the ocean. Strong, dangerous, and ancient, but none of it held a lie, only the sureness of the general before winning his war.
"I will send spies just to investigate him for a while." The Director said.
"Thank you, Sir."
-xXx-
"Do we have to do this now?" Jaune asked as he held his steel sword by the blade at his side.
"What is better than the present?" Sieg said as he leaned on a heavy chunk of red metal, one of his demonic swords.
"It is dangerous." Jaune reasoned as he waved to the rest of the class on the sidelines just observing.
"No worries~" Lint yelled, "we are far from the collateral zone!"
Jaune merely shook his head while flipping his longsword in the air and grabbed it by the handle. The sword was very normal looking, metallic surface with no magical enhancement, and thin like a classic knight's sword.
Nothing compared to the legendary swords weighing down on Sieg as he stashed four of them in his coat and hefted the biggest one to his shoulder with a bit of effort.
Seeing this, Jaune quickly grabbed his steel shield for the fight thinking that tanking will might necessary.
Jaune honestly thinks this is overkill. But the rest of the class deem it necessary. They need to see. See if there is now a shift of power balance in the class.
Then they burst forward and their blades clashed
*CLANG CLANG CLANG*
Sieg felt both frustration and relief.
*Clang!*
And they are because of this one blonde man he is sparing with.
Gram, the King's Demonic Sword swung strongly and quickly at his opponent only to be blocked by an ordinary steel blade.
Once locked, his opponent twisted his sword to point his tip towards Sieg while still locking to Gram.
Sieg on got a moment to turn his head to the side as a blade nearly skewered his head as it rang and ground against his own.
With wide eyes he saw ordinary steel, steel which should be broken or at least dented a hundred times over by now, being coated by that familiar glow of pale yellow effectively turning it into one of the hardest and sharpest swords this training grounds will ever get.
He saw the blade get larger as his opponent turned his trust into a swing to decapitate his head.
Sieg ducked and backpedaled to get some breathing space. He observed Jaune Arc, his best friend and unofficial leader of their class, restart his stance with his shield.
Even with Gram he could not fully beat Jaune, but surprisingly he has no issues with it; he felt relief.
It was no secret that Jaune was alienated by the higher-ups and their peers who are not part of their class due to the unique "Touki" Jaune has. Sieg knows what it feels like to be alienated, especially since he is an artificial human, but the alienation of Jaune was stupid because everyone does not know the origins of his Aura, but they know that it is not a gift from God.
He felt sad that Jaune never got a Holy Sword or a Sacred Gear to call his own so that he can prove to be gifted by God, but this fight just shows that Jaune does not need pity or worry.
Like, why will the church throw away someone better than Holy Sword and Demonic Sword users?
It was wishful thinking, but it was what makes him sleep at night.
Sieg swung his sword from above his head and while Jaune remain unmoving, Sieg know what he will do next, and he wanted it to happen.
A quick move and Gram slammed against an ordinary steel heater shield; again, that shield should be dented a hundred times over, but a pale-yellow aura coated it making it feel like a wall from the Gates of Heaven.
Sieg commanded Gram to activate just slightly, maybe a fraction of its true power, as the temperature rose and the red blade shimmered, but Jaune remained unmoving as his shield glowed brighter in response to the attack.
The Greatest Norse Sword vs an Ordinary Sword and Shield
Many would think that the Norse Sword will win, but like how their former instructor, Sister Griselda said, a complex or magical blocked strike is worse than a sloppy strike.
Jaune pivoted his heel and slid Gram to his side, forcing the blading to smash into the ground.
The floor turned into lava due to the power of the sword, but Jaune immediately stomped the heavy blade fully to the ground, forcing Sieg to lose his grip.
The sword deactivates once that happens while Jaune smashed his shield into the face of Sieg, breaking his nose.
*SMASH!*
Sieg was effectively knocked away from him as he flew for a moment and landed on his feet. He glared at Jaune as he smelled his blood and grabbed hold of his other demonic sword while Jaune charged at him.
Sieg's backhand swings his sword and Jaune only for a tiny moment to parry the sword away from him.
The party was strong enough to our balance Sieg, and Jaune took the opportunity to pummel strike him to the temple.
Pain raced across his head as the world was spinning for a moment.
Okay, now Sieg is getting pissed.
A scale arm burst from his back as he activated his Twice Critical Subspecies, doubling his physical attributes and grabbing hold of is other swords, he spined like a tornado or a blade.
Jaune's aura warned him immediately and pushed him to retreat; he observed his friend twirling with evil energy permeating from the three demonic swords.
While his aura told him to run, it just reminded him of one grimmified psycho with Grimm scorpion tail and claws.
Dropping his shield to the ground with a loud bang, he held his longsword in a new stance, a half-sword stance where his left hand was holding the blade like a staff, effectively turning his sword into a spear.
The cold steel of the blade on his skin warned him that he might cut himself, but muscle memory from another life made sure that his technique will not fail him.
Many rose their eyebrow, but Jeanne only smiled in amusement.
Jaune lunged forward with the air clapping just a little bit and thrust his sword like a spear, even if Sieg was still spinning, he could find an opening to piece him, however, Sieg was fast enough to knock the tip of the sword wrenching it from Jaune.
That was his mistake.
Jaune let go of his sword letting it spin in the air as he delivered a flying knee with the momentum of his lunge to Sieg infused with aura. Sieg tried to block the limb with two swords and swung the third one to Jaune.
Jaune infused his hand with more aura and grabbed the swinging hand of Sieg, effectively halting the blade.
Sieg shifted his legs, preparing to spin again, but was shocked when Jaune grabbed his longsword in the air by the blade with his other hand.
The blade bites his palm but protected by aura as he swung it to Sieg's head like a hammer.
*BANG!*
The guard of the longsword smashed to Sieg's head as his brain bounced and his skull threatened to crack, giving him so much pain and dizziness as Jaune remained standing, holding his sword by the blade.
An instinct told Jaune to finish him off, to pierce his heart like what he did to that dead psycho, but he had enough control to know that he was not fighting Grimm Tyrian Callows, but his best friend.
"Damn you." Sieg cursed.
"Sorry." Jaune only could give a sad smile especially since he was using his experience from a much more deadly, but similar foe from a lifetime ago.
He needs to teach Sieg how to overcome those flaws.
*Clap Clap*
Jaune turned to that sound, he expected it to be their current sparing teacher, but it was a man wearing a leather jacket and has a huge scar on half of his face.
The man reminded him of Qrow, but unlike the drunk who had a sloppy posture and tired eyes, this man has the free spirit matching the Sun.
"That is some interesting fighting style boy." The stranger said.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Hmmm… Gram, the legendary sword was not able to make a dent in yours?" The man asked curiously, "why is that?"
"Ah…. Because I infuse my touki to my blade, making it harder and sharper." Jaune hesitantly replied, as the entire class including Sieg, shifted and started to get protective of Jaune and stared coldly at the stranger, but the man didn't mind at all.
"Yes, I read that in the reports." The man said, "your touki is a mystery to the church and many also deem it as an abomination of the pagan gods."
Many of the students frown heavily.
"So, you are telling me that you can turn a stick into a blade rivaling a magic steel one?" the man asked
"Yes sir."
"Hmmm." The man looked at Jaune for a moment, tension rose as many thought that Jaune will be experimented on again, they were not wrong, but they didn't have anything to fear about.
The man brought a bag and unzipped it, bringing out a crusader longsword, still wrapped in what looked like holy cloth. Unwrapping the weapon, it reveals a cross longsword made from silver.
It has a normal shape compared to the magic swords the world has the offer, with a thin blade and no other special or outlandish design. It has though, engravings of the images of saints along the middle of the blade, and symbols of the Holy Trinity at the guard.
"Here boy, try it." The man offered him the blade.
Jaune held the blade. It was taller than him, but again he was still a young teen. It was as light as any ordinary steel blade and was perfectly balanced. He also felt no magic on it. He observes the spine of the blade and saw familiar portraits of the 12 apostles on it, with the Apostle's Creed engraved by the blade.
"Think fast boy!"
Jaune only has a moment to see a light sword deployed and swinging at him at an almost god-like speed.
Jaune only had a moment to tense his muscles and blocked the light sword with the silver sword in his hands.
The air clapped as for the first time, Jaune was pushed back by a sword strike and was sent flying to the air and letting go of his grip as the force tore the blade from him.
He landed roughly, hitting the pavement hard but his aura shields him. His classmates rushed to him and tried to assist him with worried expressions.
"Jaune!"
"I am okay Lint"
"Impressive." The man said as he observed the silver sword discarded on the ground, "this kind of sword is infamous to be extremely soft, yet it retained its shape after that strike."
Jaune stood up and faced the man, "I infused it with my touki."
The man nodded and looked at Jaune even further, where Jaune expected the mad and morbid curiosity of a scientist, he saw respect from a soldier, no, a Huntsman.
"Boy, that strike was enough to cut through military tanks, and you made sure the blade was not damaged at all." He walked towards Jaune then everyone got tensed, Jaune waved them to stand down, smiling to them that it was okay, and met the man halfway.
"The church, they don't respect you. But I do" The man said as he placed a hand on Jaune's shoulder, "my department only answers to the Pope, I see you can fit right in it like a fish in water."
"What are you saying?"
"I am offering you to be my apprentice." The man suddenly offered, "that way we can maximize this touki and keep those pesky priests off your back."
Suddenly Jaune gave him his full attention, "really?"
"Yes. Our department deals with different problems that most exorcists shy away from." The man smirked.
"Shy away?"
"Well, it is sad, but you can say that many of the exorcists rely too much on God's and his gifts, and because of that they became too narrow-minded on who is the enemy and just preach that the devils are the priority because God didn't say there is another enemy."
Jaune could understand. Although he does not fully pray to God, he respects Him especially since Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are way better than the Brother Gods. Though he does not worship God, he rather works for Him since He is trying to do something right, than the shitshow or excuses of the Brother Gods, and the other pagan gods this world has.
But to Jaune, it is sad that there will always be fanatics no matter the cause or religion. The followers of Adam, Tyrian, Emerald at one point, and even Ozma when he was still happily married to Salem.
Sometimes the reason and message are lost when they reach for their ideal.
"… and because of that, the Catholic Church made a department century back to host priest and nuns who want to do the work of God and is not afraid to go to the deepest valleys without Him."
Now, this sounds like nonsense to everyone. All knows God will always be with them, but if they think about the Holy Swords as context, it means missions that might not require God's Light.
"Boy," the man smiled, "I am offering you to be a Monster Hunter."
Jaune was surprised by the offer, especially since no one mentioned the hunters, just the monsters they fight. But if this is the chance, he needs to finally live his remaining "childhood" at peace. He looked at Jeanne and saw her smile in excitement, excitement for him to finally be "safe", but that also leaves a problem.
"I do it, on one condition." Jaune looked serious like a businessman which he knows Weiss will approve of, "My sister comes with me."
Author's Notes.
BOOM!
Now, this is the premise of the first few arcs of this fic before we get into the canon.
I will be honest, canon will not happen anytime soon; not too long, but not very soon too.
Maybe a few of you noticed it in the last chapter, but we will be diving into this new territory and it will change canon.
Be prepared for monsters you have heard and never heard.
We can also see the discrimination Jaune receives, to those who still don't understand, let's just say it is human nature to label something unknown to them, and the church (higher-ups) decided to label it as a pagan power, especially to them it is a unique kind of touki, an eastern, Buddhism or Shinto power.
Also, I have vastly received reviews on people not wanting RWBY casts to join. Okay, but I will not change Bishop Strada though.
I will also be trying to change the tone of the story away from the typical DxD fic.
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