Here's an Omake mainly focusing on Ren and Nora. I already made the next chapter, but then, I remembered that I planned to make Omakes every 10 chapters to flesh out things that don't directly involve Jaune. So here we are. While this chapter is out, I'll spend like an extra day polishing the next one. It's a really long one.

Alright. Let's do this.

Vale. Eastern District. Forgeron Street. 10:17 am.

The sun was inching farther from the land, it's once warm orange glow slowly converting into a more golden gleam. Damp cool winds blowing by old trees and plants of great variety, of which bursted through grey earthy stone and moss covered cobble. The smell of dew covered grass and molten steel mixed together as they occupied the same air. Crowds of people walking on aged sidewalks where grass and flowers stood through jagged cracks.

Forgeron Street. This small part of Vale resided in the eastern district of the Kingdom. Old and weathered buildings, constructed primarily of stone, lined up across each other. Separated by a wide and rocky cobbled road. Both rows of these ancient structures were from an era where men and women used to combat the forces of darkness with weapons that did not shift at all. This street was among the most unmodernized sections Vale.

Dilapidated buildings that barely bared any colour, besides the varying greens of moss that occupied each crack and crevice, stood fewer than three stories high. The streets themselves hardly possessed any modern utility such as modern dust lamps or holographic screens provided by hard-light dust. The streets themselves were far too bumpy and uneven for most urban cars to even traverse. Worn tents were also propped up in front of many of the structures. Normally, a street like this wouldn't garner the attention of any Huntsmen what so ever, unless there was some sort of emergency.

But... this street... was home to some of the best public black smiths and weapon mechanics in the entire Kingdom.

Hence, why Ren and Nora are walking from building to building trying to gauge the quality of each smith.

Forgeron Street was not normally occupied by mere civilians. Instead, fully fledged huntsmen and trainees from Beacon and other academies filled the streets with colour that the mostly grey and green environment considerably lacked. Individuals with eye catching clothing, popping with intricate designs and peppered with beautiful patterns, walked and even rushed to many of the old buildings that showed off brands that provided unique and outstanding services.

Forgeron Street was utterly filled to brim with these radiant warriors. Many of whom were rushing to each store to craft peculiar upgrades and/or add visually pleasing elements to their already impressive weapons and equipment. Stores that provided equipment for cleaning and maintaining Huntsmen weaponry were also bustling with activity as wares were consistently being rendered out of stock by their colourful customers.

Being a black smith or weapon mechanic in any densely populated area was booming business. Ever since the rise of Huntsmen, and the creation and development of mecha-shift weaponry, the demand for this particular market was damn near unmeetable. And this fact made it where these forgers and combiners of metal and dust always made an exceptional profit every single day.

Despite having the funds and recourses to upgrade their homes and even the entire street itself, the residence of Forgeron street believed that the ancient and worn aesthetic of their medieval home contained a great quantity of personality. And so, they kept this history of the kingdom relatively untouched by their society's technological progress, other than the state of the art forging equipment and modern tools that they used that is.

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"Oooo~ Reeeen~ Look at this!" Nora's sing-song voice called to her green cladded companion. If there was one similarity between Nora and Ruby, it's that they both considered Forgeron street to be among their favorite places to go and would visit quite often. They would tirelessly brows wares and slobber over weapons and equipment with their eyes, in contrast to their respective teams collective exhaustion.

Her face was smooshed against the glass as if she was trying to break through it with her own features, but lo, the thick bullet resistant glass held it's integrity against the intense pressure that burdened it. Displayed behind it was an ornate mecha-shift combination between a double headed battle axe and what appeared to be some sort of bazooka. Heavy, devastating, and highly explosive. This particular piece almost sang to Nora's heart in way that only Magnhild can. Almost. It still picked at her emotions though.

Ren, on the other hand, was calmly and patiently waiting for Nora's naturally short attention span to fade from the object. His primarily raven hair blowing with the wind, purple streak fluttering to his right as well. "Well, Nora. We've got plenty of time before the stores close, so you can brows for as long as you'd like." He softly spoke, barely audible to anyone else but Nora. He slid his right hand underneath his green tail coat and into the right pocket of his ebony white trousers and pulled out a piece of neatly folded paper. "We still have to find some polishing equipment for Jaune's sword though. And we also need to find someone that can fix the handle and make a scabbard for it.".

"Look. at. it." She said. Stressing each word. "It's so beautiful." Not only did the natural oils, produced by her face, marked the glass, now so did the watery tears that slithered down from her torques eyes furthers stained it and continued slide against the glass and onto the ground. "Almost as beautiful as that one time where fearless leader turned that deathstalker's pincer into tiny little splinters." Nora's whispering recollection muffled against the glass. The memory of her team leader's rampage was still fresh on her mind. The sheer destruction and chaos was so infectious that it took both Ren and Pyrrha to stop her from joining her leader on his quest to slay every single Grimm in that forest.

Ren took advantage of his child-hood friend's recollection and prompted a smart proposition. "Well. If you want to see more of something like that, we have to get the polishing equipment and find a suitable black smith for Jaune's Great Sword." The green cladded boy reached for his ginger partner's shoulder to face her, prying her from the transparent surface the she seemed to have stuck to. Sparkling torques met tranquil magenta as the two met face to face.

"Awww!" The pink bomber of team JNPR let out a over dramatic whine. "Why can't we just do it ourselves!?" With sad eyes, she loudly questioned the purpose of them going to a black smith when they can easily repair the towering blade by themselves. "I mean, It's just a big sword." Dismissively stating the relative simplicity of the weapon, Nora shrugged to push her argument. "How hard can it be? Besides we can add some sorta cool upgrade to it like...-"

She placed a pale finger on her chin and looked up into her head for ideas. A light bulb shined brightly and so did her grin. "-like firing explosive dust rounds from the hilt! Oh!" Nora slapped both hands against her cheeks as she thought of something insane. "Or he have fling grenades around like a slingshot! Ooohoho! Heheheh!" Her laughter was starting to become more unfocused as she began to twitch ever so slightly. "Maybe he can throw like a CLUSTER of grenades from the slingshot!" She yelled with over enthusiasm. Her eyes were sparkling with explosive excitement.

"Uh-oh." Excitement that Ren had to use his semblance on to stop his life-long friend from going into a rampage of her own. With the green and magenta shimmer of his own aura, Ren grasped Nora's bare shoulders. He focused a considerable amount of his aura to fuel his semblance; Tranquility. He used his semblance quite often. In fact he might as well say that he had perfected it due to the amount of times he had to use it throughout multiple instances in one day, both on himself and Nora as well.

The effects of his semblance were instant. Lime and Magenta quickly wrapped around the both of them as Ren used it to calm Nora down considerably. And himself, to an extent. Nora could feel her over enthusiasm leak away as her eyelids almost closed shut. This was a familiar feeling to her. A feeling that she always relied on ever since she met her 'best friend' Ren. The ghostly vines of Ren's aura hugged the both of them. Imbuing the two of them with tranquility.

Five seconds had passed. In those five seconds, they closed their eyes and breathed even and steady breaths. The calm blanketing them entirely. No one minded them, and they minded no one. All they felt was the euphoric sensation of sweet peace.

Finally, Ren pulled away from the once over-excited girl. Finding her in a state similar to sleep, which would be the case if it wasn't for the fact that was still standing on her own pink and white heeled boots. "Better?" The boy asked with soft eyes and a caring smile.

"Better." Nora's calm and even arguably lethargic response was all that Ren needed to hear.

"So, as I said-" He position the neatly folded piece of white paper between the both of them. "-we need to find a black smith for Jaune's sword. We don't need a weapon mechanic since it doesn't mecha-shift."

"But why can't we just fix it ourselves though?" She still whined but calmly, as if tired.

"You know Pyrrha, Nora." His remorseful expression and tone riding on top of his words. "She wants Jaune's sword at it's absolute best. Which means we have to find the best black smith in Forgeron to fix it and make a scabbard for it." His explanation had been repeated several times throughout their trip. No matter how many times he would explain, Nora would always insist that they fix up the weapon themselves. Though as sweet as it was, Pyrrha was much, much more insistent that they find a licensed black smith for that task instead. Going under the reason that the blade must be at prime condition and integrity for extensive so that Jaune can use it without issue.

"But why? We're his team, his friends. Wouldn't it it mean more if we did it for him instead?" Puppy dog like eyes that almost rivaled that of Ruby's attempted to weather away at Ren's emotional defenses, but to no avail. The effects of his calming semblance still lingered after it's skillful usage. "Wouldn't it mean more if we all fixed it together for Jaune-Jaune?"

Ren simply smiled at her proposition. It was an understandable and very kind thought, but when Pyrrha wanted something done. It had to be done, lest they suffer the passive aggressive wrath of their team's best fighter... Well as passive aggressive as Pyrrha can get. She was as good at being actively mean as Jaune was to actively lying. To put it short, they were both atrociously terrible at those respective things, and all Pyrrha would do was say names that didn't even cut it when it came to being insults. She was too nice to a fault. But still, being called badly constructed names can get incredibly irritating and sad, not sad in terms of the words being upsetting, but sad in terms of Pyrrha failing so badly at it that they just ended being sad for her.

Ren uncrunched his face from his thoughts and looked at Nora directly in the eyes, her ginger hair barely reaching past his chin. "I understand the sentiment, Nora. I really do. But Pyrrha made it absolutely clear that Jaune should only have the absolute best quality when it came to the sword. We can't rob him of that." He slid his hands away from Nora's shoulders. He stood before her, and continued to explain. Feet shuffling against the cobblestone ground and folded list still in his grasp.

"Besides we need someone that can shape metal, not gear them together. That's why we only need a black smith and not a weapon mechanic." Ren pointed towards the cluster of black smith brands that peppered the side walks. He turned his head back towards the ginger grenadier and proceeded to use a series of gesture to further enhance his point. "And also, considering it's age, there's a good chance that we might break it while trying to fix it."

Nora's eyes dropped down in dejection, but then closed as she accepted the reasoning behind it all. "Ok." With Ren's semblance still affecting her, Nora's words barely pushed passed her lips as a whisper. "I just wanted add something special to it, ya'know?" A sleepy frown cursed her face. A frown that Ren could barely tolerate despite the lingering effect of Tranquility.

With a sad sigh Ren decided to cheer up his normally bouncy friend. "Hey, we'll add something to it after it's fixed. How about this? You'll be the first one to do it."

Nora looked up from her previous mood as her eyes brightened ever so slightly. "I'll be the first one to put something special on fearless leader's new sword?"

Ren nodded, his smile still shining and trying to shine away Nora's gloom and infect her with a smile of her own. "You'll be the first one to add something special for it, followed by Pyrrha, and then me." That did it. Nora's once gloomy expression was struck down a beam of excitement. "Though we can't add anything crazy like a shotgun or dust slot for it. Just small cosmetics. It's Jaune's choice if he wants to add some new function."

A good portion of that excitement was shot down as Nora's beaming grin reverted back into a frown but was then quickly replaced with modest smile.

"Is that ok for you?" He asked, still showing her that same smile that she's so used to seeing. A smile that had imbedded itself so deep into her memory that if she were not to see it at least once a day, she would begin to think something was awfully wrong. She pondered for a moment, thinking over whether or not she should be the first one to add something to give the old oversized sword some personality. Finally, she decided.

"Yeah! Yeah. That's ok for me." She said. Her agreement was solid, she had no wavering thoughts. Although she and the rest of team wouldn't have the privilege to fix the sword with their own hands, they could at least be ones to give it some PIZAZZ. "I'm ok with it." Her oddly calm voice flew from her throat with ease. Anyone that new Nora Valkyrie would be absolutely stumped at seeing her so calm and completely coherent. Yet, here she was. Guided by Tranquility.

"Ok, that's good." Placing the list back in his pocket, Ren swiveled his head in different directions. He seeked for other black smiths that they haven't been to yet and found a few unexplored brands just a feww steps away. He looked back at Nora "Hey." His call caught her attention as torques eyes fell on the pale face of her long time companion. "I found a few black smith brands that we haven't been to yet." He jabbed his thumb towards the general vicinity of the buildings. "Let's go take a look before this place gets completely swarmed with people."

"OK!" With the remaining traces of his semblance fading from Nora's aura, the bubbly girl was back in full force. It was such a one-eighty, but Ren wasn't surprised. This was practically a constant occurrence for him. With that, Nora skipped off ahead of Ren, Pink combat skirt flamboyantly dancing with her momentum and the conductive vest that wrapped around her torso stretching with each stride. Her ginger hair bounced against a sea of colour as Ren followed suit.

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Both were unaware of the pair of lilac and the pair of amber eyes with cat-like pupils following them as they continued to push past the colourful hoard of huntsmen.

Aight, as I said before. I'm probably going to make one of these after after every fourth or ninth chapter.