Here comes the new chapter!
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BrainWork27 - I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, and thanks for the suggestion although I don't think I will be using any of them since I already feel like the main cast is a little bit too bloated up for me to keep up (I don't remember when was the last time Blake did anything significant in this fic for example.), maybe if you had them earlier in the story. Sorry.
The Black Wolf of the Arks - Honestly I haven't really planed Jaune's future path as a shaman yet but it will probably stay as just a shaman for the duration of the fic (Maybe spiritual healer but i'm not sure). I will probably give him some further specialization in the epilogue but there's still quite some time until that happens.
Reader, X3runner, Gamelover41592, NinjaFang1331 - Thank you :)
Mistral was known for many things, its culture was probably the most developed in the entire Remnant, its underworld was certainly the scariest one out of all the four kingdoms, and it was shamanic capital of the world.
It wasn't known however for its desert regions.
After traversing through an unbearable desert at the edge of Mistral for more than a week, Jaune felt that its lack of infamy was certainly some sort of sick joke rulers of Remnant decided to make at the expense of every person willing to travel through it.
The heat was insufferable, the sand was rough and there was no end in sight.
Throughout his entire life Jaune had never had the chance to visit Vacuo but he doubted that its deserts could be much worse than what they were going through right now. At least in there people were actually used to such environments so it wouldn't be too difficult to find someone who would help poor travelers like them.
Here though? Even if they somehow found another person in the desert they would have either been just as screwed as they were or more likely their enemy who was also competing in the Shaman Fight.
Now, despite the training they received from her, he really started to despise Raven. If she knew that the United Tribes Village was in such an inhospitable area she could have at the very least given them some water for their journey or even just warn them of the heat!
"Don't worry, Jaune. I'm sure that we will get to the village soon, Li and Mic have probably already found the village and are currently returning to report it to us." Summer repeated for probably the twentieth time with forced optimism and a strained smile on her face.
Jaune could only grumble something incomprehensibly under his mouth in response. It was easy for her to keep a smile in a place like that, she didn't have to face the heat of a furious sun head on.
Ren sighed before looking up at the sky to see the huge sun shining at them aggressively.
"You know, I'm starting to regret that we sent my father ahead to search for the village because if he was here with us then I could have easily created some pleasurable wind to relieve us of the heat a little."
The rest of them let out tired groans of agreement in response. Sure, the majority of them might have had their Auras unlocked, with the only ones who hadn't, being Jaune and Whitley, but Aura could only help so much when put against anything that wasn't a conventional attack.
At this point Jaune truly started to wonder if the true test of the second round was the passage through this desert; there existed countless tales of experienced huntsmen dying from dehydration while on a mission in Vacuo, after all.
Who was to say that the ability to survive in every environment, no matter how inhospitable it seemed, wasn't a vital skill for the future Shaman King?
"I really hope that this Tribes Village or whatever is going to have some good baths for us to use." Yang complained while waving her hand up and down to create some wind. "At this point I think that even my Ember Celica is covered in sweat and sand."
"No! Yang, you can't leave your weapons like that, what if something happens to them?" Ruby shouted in concern before rushing to check the state of her older sister's gauntlets.
Jaune could only raise one of his eyebrows as he saw the clear pride in Summer's eyes as she watched her daughter work with her other daughter's weapons.
"Huh, you two are more alike than I realized."
"I don't know what you mean." Summer retorted with a slight smirk on her face. "Ruby simply knows how much having a good and functioning weapon can help a person. She certainly isn't like another person that I know who refuses to use anything other than a long stick to fight."
Jaune laughed a little at the harmless jab from his guardian spirit.
"Hey, you can't blame me for using it if it had never failed." Jaune answered with a smile. "Besides, it's not like what you said is truly accurate either. I do have my Crocea Mors with me, don't I?"
"Yeah sure, and I will agree with you the moment we actually manage to successfully use that barely changeable piece of solid metal for anything other tha-" Summer retort was cut short by a loud excited shout from both Whitley and Chocolove who were on the lookout at the front of their group.
"They are coming back!" Chocolove loudly exclaimed as his guardian spirit jaguar dashed through the desert towards them.
Li Ren was with Mic as well but he wasn't traveling quite as fast or excitedly as his fellow spirit who had been sent for scouting. Although everyone could easily see the satisfied and excited smile on the older man's face.
"Is the village far from here?" Ren asked his father after the man returned to them.
The wind shaman of their group didn't bother asking whether they had found it as they were already somewhat certain that they were going in the right direction and nobody even wanted to think about not going in the right direction.
"We haven't entered it yet but the gates of the village should be within two or three days of walking from us." Li Ren said with a fatherly smile and his words immediately raised everybody's spirits.
Normally another two to three days of walking through the desert wouldn't have made them happy as it meant that the long was still quite long but after traveling for a good week without having any idea how much closer they were getting that information became likely the greatest news they had ever heard.
They were getting closer.
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Two days later...
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The boost of morale they received after hearing that the Tribes Village wasn't too far away didn't quite last the entire way to said village and after two whole days of walking non-stop the fatigue started taking its toll on them.
Most of them were already barely able to walk, preferring to slowly drag their feet on the sand rather than walk properly, but the mountains at the edge of the continent weren't only a sight in the distance anymore and they sometimes even gave them some shade to hide them from the sun.
The gap between the mountains was becoming larger and larger as they were coming closer and with it an ancient looking gate made out of stone, wood, and clay entered their sight.
There wasn't any doubt in anyone's mind as to what this gate was for.
The United Tribes Village was right before them and the only thing they had to do was to get past its doors. The second round of the Shaman Fight was practically as good as over at this point.
As they moved closer to the gate they noticed two tribal clothes wearing guards at both ends of the gate with incredibly bored expressions on their faces.
"Hey." One of the guards said to the other, getting his fellow guard's attention.
"Yeah?" The other guard answered.
"Why are we even here?" The first guard raised his arms to point at the huge fields of sands with almost absolutely nothing interesting in them.
"What do you mean by why? You know it well." The second guard answered with some confusion in his tone. "We are here to guard the United Tribes Village from any foes and people undeserving to enter."
The first guard sighed and shook his head.
"It's not like we are here to stop anyone, the elders' orders were to allow every shaman in and non-shamans have absolutely no way of finding this place. It's not on any maps and no official records of it had been made, as far as the rest of Remnant is concerned this place doesn't exist. Yet we still stand here like some idiots to look threatening or something."
The second guard stayed silent for a few moments.
"Well I suppose you are- Wait! Someone's coming!" The second guard was about to say before stopping himself after noticing a group of ten people and four spirits coming towards them.
Jaune and the rest of the group had heard the entire conversation while approaching but no one had any strength to stop the babbling of the guards as it would likely require shouting and that was way too tiring for them at the moment.
"Finally!" All of them shouted as one as few of them collapsed on the sand in relief of finally arriving at the goal.
"Well, technically you still have to go through the gate to qualify to the next round-" The first guard was about to drift off with his answer before stopping himself to an abrupt silence when everyone in the group glared at him with malice in their eyes. "But I guess since you are already here we will consider you to have already passed the second round, alright?"
"Good." Blake said with a tired groan as she lay down on the ground and looked towards the sky, her black color scheme doing her little favors in a hot environment like desert.
The guards chuckled to each other at seeing the familiar sight of shamans whining in pain at the Tribes Village's front door, throughout the last month especially that scene had become somewhat of a common sight for them.
"Now, just show us your oracle bells and we can let you in and immediately report that another bunch of shamans has arrived to the elders of our tribes." The guard said before adding upon seeing looks of dismay on some of the group's faces. "Of course, we will also immediately qualify you to the third round at the same time."
The group only groaned as Jaune, Ren, Chocolove and Whitley searched their pockets for the outdated scrolls the tournament's judges insisted on calling oracle bells. Thankfully, they were so cumbersome and annoying that it wasn't hard to find them.
One of the guards looked a bit closer at the old scrolls and after quickly checking the model and turning them on to see the apps on it agreed on letting them in.
"What about the rest?" The guard asked while turning his head towards the rest of the group.
Ruby jumped a little in surprise at the sudden attention she and her team was getting as they didn't expect any difficulties in actually going past the gates. Nobody told them that they needed to have some old scroll models to get in!
"We... Ugh-" Ruby floundered a little as she made an attempt to pretend that she was looking for something in her pockets.
"They are with us." Jaune said with a huff before finally getting up from the ground, much to his displeasure. "They aren't participating in the tournament and are only here to watch."
The guards raised their eyebrows slightly at the information. It wasn't rare to see groups of shamans arriving at the same time as it was always wise to find friends rather than enemies during the second round but it certainly was uncommon for the shamans to bring guests with them. Until now there were only really two different situations like that and one of them came as a guest only because their guardian spirit was somehow burned out of existence.
"If you say so." The guard said casually scanning the entire group with his eyes before yawning. "Just make sure that none of you tries to sneakily enter the third round after ignoring the previous two and everything will be fine."
Some of the group chuckled a little as if knowing some inside joke that the guards weren't privy to before nodding their heads.
"Don't worry, I don't think that it will be a problem for us." Jaune said with a knowing smile before leading his friends through the gates of United Tribes Village. They had the tournament to participate in, after all.
The guards merely looked with bored expressions as the team of shamans entered the village before returning to their uninteresting duty of standing in place and guarding the secret village from absolutely nothing.
"Wait, did we even check if all of them are shamans?" The second guard asked the first one, making his friend roll his eyes in exasperation.
"Of course they are shamans, you idiot." The first ground said. "Why would they want to watch a tournament between shamans if they couldn't see what was going on the entire time?"
The second guard contemplated it for a few seconds before agreeing with his colleague.
"Yeah, I guess it makes sense."
And just like that they have returned to their usual routine of standing in place, looking in the distance, and waiting for anything even remotely interesting to happen. Such was sadly the life of the guard of the most secretive place in the entire world.
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Inside the village...
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As they walked down the main street of the village, Jaune and his friends soon came to realize that the United Tribes Village was called a village only because of its relatively low population.
The size of the village wasn't that much smaller when compared to the capitals of the world outside it, and the architecture, although quite ancient, would leave even the greatest of culture sites in Remnant look unimpressive.
Countless empty houses made of clay and stone were being steadily filled up with the shamans who passed the second round yet even if all of them took two houses each for themselves there still would be more than enough buildings to hold another tournament combatants in them.
Unfortunately, for all of its splendor and grandiose, the Tribes Village was one of the most convoluted places on Remnant.
Streets large enough to be considered main streets in other cities led nowhere and land marks indicated nothing in particular instead being placed there for the sake of being there. If it weren't for the absolute lack of need to hurry right now, Jaune was pretty sure that most of his friend would have been complaining quite loudly by now and he would have probably complained right with them.
They stopped as yet another crossroads appeared before them, without having a clear goal they could have gone through every path and street in the village and they still wouldn't have found anything useful or interesting to them.
"Hey guys!" A moderately familiar voice called out from behind them. "I can't believe you've actually managed to get here. After not seeing any of you for the last couple of days my and my girls started to think that you wouldn't qualify for the next round."
As every one of them turned around to see who was the person to call them out, they all came to a slight stop when they saw a familiar looking blond woman with a barely functional pipe in her hand.
"Sharona!" Jaune said with a small smile before adopting a slightly more solemn expression. "I didn't expect you to continue in the tournament, especially after what had happened the last time we met. Is everything alright?"
Sharona sighed wistfully in response as the rest of her team arrived at the scene from right behind her while clearly showing displeasure at either the reminder of what had happened or at simply seeing them as their future enemies again. It was hard to tell with those five sometimes.
"Honestly I didn't expect myself to continue with the tournament either." Sharona said with a wince. "But there wasn't quite anything left for me to do and I would be damned before I let my girls continue with the tournament without my guidance. I won't be competing though."
Jaune nodded a few times in understanding, after what had happened to the blond woman he wasn't surprised by the fact that she didn't want to find another spirit to help her fight in the tournament. He knew that if he was the one who lost Summer back then, he probably wouldn't have been strong enough to continue.
"Enough with the pointless chatter." Sally, the red head of Sharona's group, interjected rudely. "I assume you guys are on your way to claim one of the houses as your own?"
Jaune hummed as some of his friends nodded. He supposed that it was probably the most logical thing they could do at the moment, if the third round of the tournament was going to take place solely in the Tribes Village then they would really need a place they could claim as theirs in here.
"Of course, it will likely be our next course of action. I assume that you five had already secured a place for yourselves then?" Whitley answered with his usual flair making Sharona chuckle a little at the tone the young Schnee took while answering.
Jaune was sure that if Whitley gave the exact same response to them back during the first time they met they would have already been on their way to start a fight yet now the only response they received from Sharona was that of fondness.
Sharona really did mellow down after losing her closest friend and getting practically eliminated out of the tournament.
"Yeah, we have." Sharona answered with a rather melancholic look in her eyes before adding after a wistful sigh. "We wouldn't mind having you as our neighbors though. It certainly would be way better than having to share a wall with one of those monsters that are favorites to win the tournament."
The older blond's last statement made a few of them raise their eyebrows in curiosity.
"Are some of the other groups of shamans really that bad?" Ren asked with genuine curiosity.
"Like you wouldn't believe." Ellie, the Sharona's team tomboy, answered with a groan. "We tried to befriend some of them, you know to increase our chances of winning even a little, but every time we talked about any alliance the only response we would get was either a ridiculous show of power and annoyed refusal or we would end up completely ignored by the other party."
Whitley couldn't help but to smirk a little.
"So you ended up looking for anyone who would at the very least not be your enemy, right?" The Schnee shaman remarked.
"Yup!" Millie, the youngest of Sharona's group, rapidly nodded. "But that's not all, there are also some rumors going around the village that the next round is going to be some sort of team battle so we hope to get the strongest team on our side."
When Millie said that she probably expected them to show surprise or at least feel some gratitude at learning something about the next round before it began but they have already been roughly briefed about it by Raven earlier.
"Yeah, we figured that out already." Jaune said with a kind smile before looking at the whole group. "I don't know about the rest of my friends but I certainly wouldn't mind becoming your neighbors, we also wouldn't really want to become targets for a certain of these monsters specifically by being too close to them."
Sharona nodded with a confident smile.
"Good, it's decided then!" The blond shaman without the guardian spirit turned towards one of the roads and waved one of her hands forward. "Follow us and we will get to good households in no time."
With no other direction to go towards and no goal in their minds, Jaune and all his friends decided to follow their new allies in the tournament.
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Some time later...
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The households of the Tribes Village, despite the literally ancient design, had, through some magical and probably shamanic means, the access to relatively modern water systems and even some basic electricity Dust was distributed to most of not all of them.
The ability to have a decent bath and a possible way to charge their scrolls was quite a nice surprise for most of the crew. After almost an entire month without a proper way to bathe practically any bath was a godsend.
On the outside their houses looked only slightly better than ruins one would be able to find anywhere else on Remnant and if nobody lived in them most people would have probably assumed that they were in fact some random ruins.
They have decided to take only two of these houses for themselves, neighboring the Lily Five's household from the right and the front, as each of them was big enough to easily house four people and with only a little bit of work they managed to comfortably fit five of them inside one house.
For privacy reasons they chose to divide the houses among themselves based on genders with Nora and team RWBY having the one house that was to the right of Sharona's team and Jaune together with his shaman friends took the one opposite to them.
Currently team RWBY and Nora decided to visit the communal baths they learned about from Sharona along the way and Jaune with his friends began exploring their new place of residence a little.
"Sharona has said that they've already been here for about half a week and there hadn't been any announcement about the next round yet, how long do you think we will have to wait until the next round begins?" Ren casually struck a conversation while searching through one of the stone wardrobes every room in their house appeared to possess.
"We will probably have to wait for quite some time." Whitley said with confidence. "I'm sure that they won't announce anything before the second round ends and since we have only just arrived the current round is probably far from over."
Chocolove sat down near the wall before looking up and humming in acknowledgement.
"You think so?" The comedic shaman asked with some curiosity. "I don't have any watch with me but I'm pretty sure that we just barely managed to qualify. I mean think about it, not only have we gone in a completely wrong direction at the very beginning of the round, we also spent an entire week on nothing but training. To be honest I'm surprised we even made it on time."
Whitley sputtered a little at the drastically different opinion but he didn't give in and maintained his belief of their accomplishment.
"Yeah, I also was quite worried about that." Jaune said with a nod. "Maybe if we didn't spend an entire week on the training I would be more confident in us but it's not like the shaman training actually made us walk faster."
"Jaune, you doubted our speed as well?" Whitley gasped as he turned towards the one person he thought would be of the same opinion.
Jaune dismissed Whitley's worries with a wave of his hand.
"The most important thing is that we got here on time, not how much time is left, besides, arriving so late will make the boring wait without any goal in mind a bit more bearable." Jaune smiled.
"Exactly!" A familiar voice called out from behind their window.
When Jaune shared his opinion he didn't really expect any answer so when a loud cheer came from behind him he instantly became startled.
"Nora! Please don't scare me like that!" Jaune said with a huff as he turned around to see his orange haired friend with her head still wet from the bath.
Jaune couldn't help but grumble a little after that because of all the laughs his friends seemed to be holding. He sighed. At the very least his reaction did cause a couple of giggles from his friends and their spirits.
"Hehe, sorry." Nora apologized with a cheerful laugh. "I was just coming by to tell you that the baths work fine and should be free right now."
None of the people present in the room stopped themselves from a quiet chuckle as they saw Nora rush to her and team RWBY house with a wide smile on her face.
After seeing such a scene and learning that the communal baths were free right now, it didn't take them a long time to get themselves together and leave for the first proper bath they would have since almost a month ago.
The third round of the tournament was already promising to be way better than the previous one and it haven't even started yet.
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The next morning...
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Jaune awoke with a loud noise that reminded him of the worst alarms he had ever heard in his life, a quick but groggy look at his friends' annoyed faces told him that it likely was one of the worst alarms they heard as well.
"Attention. Attention." Voice of an old lady said through some speakers loud enough to cover the entire village. "It's a message to all the shamans in the Tribes Village who have qualified to the third round of the Shaman Fight. Please make your way to the main arena in the village, if you haven't had the chance to visit it yet, it's right at the easternmost point in the village. The third round's rules will be announced there at nine in the morning. Don't be late."
The message was loud and important enough to turn any shaman currently in the village from a barely awake slob into a fully conscious fighter ready to go into battle at a moment's notice.
Every single one of them instantly made their way to the exit of their house.
"'The second round is probably far from over', eh?" Chocolove asked with a cheeky grin.
"Let's just go to that arena." Whitley answered with a clearly annoyed groan.
Getting to the arena took them somewhere around an hour and by the time they got there the entire place was packed with shamans. Despite only somewhere around one fourth of all the shamans who qualified for second round passing it, the crowd around the arena was just as large as it was back when the second round was announced in Vale, if not a little bit larger even.
It was easy to see that many groups had formed back in the previous round, which wasn't really surprising at all considering that they did the same, as the shamans at large already started to avoid some of these groups like X-Laws, or Hao and his henchmen.
"Weird, I don't see the rest of our group anywhere." Chocolove asked while carefully scanning the crowd with his eyes in search of Nora and team RWBY. "Did they somehow manage to sleep through the message?"
"My daughters and their friends simply didn't hear it." Summer answered with a kind tone. "The massage was transmitted using some Over Soul version of a speaker so people aren't spiritually aware would't notice anything at all."
Jaune hummed absentmindedly in confirmation of his friends' thoughts while taking the sight of the crowd of shamans. His goal for joining the tournament might have changed and he certainly had gained the determination to win but he still couldn't help but awe any time he got the chance to see so many different shamans at once.
This village wasn't a place where he was an outcast like in his hometown, here he was just an ordinary person.
Jaune was however taken out of his awed state when a particularly loud cough echoed through the area as a giant, and probably spiritual, screen lowered itself from the walls of the arena and a face of a familiar elder from the Patch tribe appeared on it.
"First things first, I would like to congratulate all of you here for qualifying for the third and most important round of the Shaman King Tournament." The old lady said with a slight grunt of acknowledgement. "We know that the second round wasn't easy and that some of you have just arrived here but the three months date we set for that round has already passed and now it's time to finally move further with the tournament."
The entire arena exploded in cheers, whispers and conversations as everyone heard the beginning of the Patch tribe elder's speech.
"At least we won't have to wait for long before getting into the tournament, right?" Whitley said quietly with a sigh, finally admitting out loud that he might have been wrong with his assessment of their traveling speed.
"Yup!" Jaune popped the 'p' with a slight smile. "Don't worry, we will ace this round instead."
Whitley raised one of his eyebrows in contemplation.
"I guess, you are right." The young Schnee answered.
"Quiet!" The shaman elder on the screen shouted with annoyance, silencing the rowdy crowd of shamans instantly, and after waiting a few seconds to make sure that nobody would interrupt her continued with her speech.
"All of you are probably wondering what the third round will look like, some of you might even already know it or have some suspicions about its form but are still not sure the exact specifications of it. If you are, then don't worry because the rules of the next round of Shaman Fight are pretty simple, it will take the form of your typical and famous team fights that huntsmen in training often participate in during their Vytal Tournament."
Some whispers once again spread among the shamans although none of them were loud enough to stop the elder's speech.
"The fights will be fought in four person teams, so if you arrived here alone or with a team smaller than that you will have to team up with others who don't have enough people for a full team." Some shouts of discontent could be heard at the reveal of that information but the Patch elder ignored them. "You have until midnight to form your teams and it doesn't matter to us how you decide them but you have to sign your team inside the temporary office we set up in the arena."
Groans and complaints echoed through the crowd at the mention of paperwork but a few of the more organized groups had already moved forward in teams of fours to form a line before the arena to sign their teams in.
"Every subsequent morning from tomorrow you will receive the names of every team fighting during that day on your oracle bells, failure to show up on time will count as surrendering so be sure to be punctual. Don't worry about finding the correct place to fight in this round, every fight is going to take place in this very arena." The elder coughed a little after saying everything.
"Anyway, that is all from me. Good luck."
The crowd immediately erupted in noise as everyone moved in waves, either towards the arena to sign in or away from it to look for people to team up with.
"So I assume that you four are going to form a team then?" Nicholas, Whitley's guardian spirit and grandfather, asked with a rather calm demeanor. "It would only make sense after traveling for so long together, after all."
None of them argued with the older spirit. After getting to the Tribes Village, going through the training at the Branwen's tribe and surviving a fight against Haoit seemed only natural to form a team for the next round together as well.
"It's obvious." Jaune nodded before taking a thinking position and asking out loud. "What will we call ourselves though? I don't think we ever decided to call ourselves anything during our journey."
If Nora was here with them and not still in her bed she would have probably argued against it as she had already given them a name of JNWR, or January, but with her neither here nor truly a part of their Shaman Fight team it wouldn't work out anyway.
"Well, you will be the leader so based on the usual team naming conventions our name should start with either 'J' or 'A'." Ren mused out loud and every one of them aside from Jaune nodded their heads along.
Jaune sighed lightly at his friends' opinion of him. After unsuccessfully fighting against it for the entire tournament he had to accept the fact that for some completely unknown to him reason he was considered to be the leader of their small group.
He was pretty sure that the only leader quality he had over his friends was a little bit of experience in the shamanic ways thanks to the training he received from the old man Asakura back in the day.
It wasn't like he ever said or did anything that would indicate that he wanted to be the leader of their team for either.
"We don't really have to decide our team's name using that weird huntsman tradition." Whitley argued, casually ignoring his leader's sigh. "What is the reason for using the first letter of all the team's members in the first place?"
"The huntsmen teams are named like that because it both helps with quickly identifying every team member during a grimm attack and gives the team itself an easily noticeable personality." Ozpin informed through Oscar. "When fighting against grimm that are attracted to the negative emotions, having a defined personality is surprisingly helpful."
All of Jaune's team turned towards Oscar at once in response to the new information, making the young boy with an immortal soul parasite attached to him embarrassed a little.
"Huh, I never knew that." Ren remarked.
From there their conversation turned into a chaotic brainstorm of figuring out a decent name for themselves. Team names like 'The real mediums', 'JWCR', or the 'The ARChaeologists' were thrown around but none of them managed to stick.
At some point even random shamans around them gathered to watch their unsuccessful attempts at creating a decent team name, some of them even tried to help with their own ideas, though these shamans were often worse than what they had in mind.
They continued throwing ideas like that for a good couple minutes until finally Summer, who was quietly thinking during the entire brainstorming, thought of something fitting.
"How about we call ourselves team 'ARCS'? It follows the huntsman naming scheme and would fit quite nicely with Jaune being the leader." The silver eyed spirit suggested and the entirety of Jaune's team looked at her in response before smiling a little after a short while of thinking.
Yeah, Team ARCS didn't sound so bad.
Any resemblance between Team ARCS and Team RWBY is completely unplanned and purely coincidental, if you see more than a single one of them then you are probably looking way deeper into this than I was during writing this.
All things aside originally I actually had quite a trouble with moving letters around to form a good name (JWCR or Joker was the original idea that I still managed to use in the chapter) but then I looked at it again and had to face palm for not noticing such an obvious name sooner.
Also, I'm aware that original Shaman King had teams of three but this is Remnant, the world of RWBY, and we all know that Remnant loves teams of four.
That's all for now, See Ya later!