Welcome, to the first installment of The Warrior's Road Rewrite. If you aren't in the know, yes, this is a rewrite. Seeing as how some glaring issues presented themselves in the previous version, I took it upon myself to make it better. Hopefully I succeeded, and you can all enjoy the remastered version. If not, you can tell me in the reviews and I can hopefully work on it from there. Anyway, enjoy the first three chapters!


This story starts one fine morning. The sun shining, the birds chirping, the various wildlife serene and peaceful as always. Out here, deep in the wilderness, there are hardly any Grim that roam the land. However, not two months ago was this forest infested with the creatures of darkness. Those who would come this deep would surely meet their end to the particularly large pack of Beowolves that take residence here. With the Alpha being particularly old, it is able to lead its lesser brothers to battle with greater ease.

However, the sightings of these Grim have suddenly stopped, with the arrival of a more pressing threat. One that knows very few that could best him. With powers one could only dream of having. Powers he never asked for.

"That should be it for now. Running low on rations. Going to have to make more soon." A young man said, wiping the sweat that he accumulated on his forehead. He had a mop of blonde hair atop his head, an azure pair of eyes. He was currently only wearing a pair of blue pants. They seemed akin to sweats, but were made of an interesting material. On his wrists and ankles were cylindrical weights, though only three of them were currently on him, seeing as how he already took one off to wipe off his sweat. Each of the weights had '10 tons' on them. He was moderately toned. A six-pack, refined pectorals and decently developed for arms. Finally, his sharp facial features, high cheek bones, and pearly white teeth just screamed movie super-star.

He was taking off his weights and packing up before he went stalk still. He silently reached for his weapon. Its blade was of a darker shade of blue. The hilt and cross guard made to replicate the look of wood. One of his fingers had nearly been able to grab the weapon, but a gust of wind had launched the sword through the air and into a tree far from his position. It was then that someone else spoke

"There will not be any need for that, I assure you. I only come here to talk. Nothing else." a voice said form behind him. The young man stopped his movements before turning his head lightly to see who was there. It was a man clad in a green suit that consisted of a green blazer with an emerald vest and dress-shirt. He wore a pair of dark green pants, a pair of black dress shoes, and a light green scarf around his neck. As he adjusted his glasses, he moved forward with the help of a cane. The young man tensed for a moment, feeling the large amounts of power radiating off of him.

"I don't know what you want, but I don't have any qualms with you. Now leave." The blonde stated, still not moving from his position. He made it clear with his words that he didn't want him here. The threat of his words backed up with a small application of a strange energy, causing a small updraft to billow through the clearing. The neatly dressed man chuckled at his antics before speaking up once more.

"The only thing I want, is to talk, Jaune Arc." The man said, and the newly identified Jaune immediately turned, that same energy spiking in intensity, his eyes sharp and his teeth bared. He then got into a battle stance, eyes focused, muscles loose, ready to react at a moment's notice, that same power licking his skin like a flame.

"How do you know me?" Jaune asked, never losing his stance. If he knew who his family was...who his family used to be, he was either one of a few people. One of the damn bastards that took part in the "EVENT", flashbacks threatening to surface once more before he shoved them to the back of his mind. However, as he got a good look at the man, he vaguely remembered who he was, both because he had done some research on the man, and because he knew that his parents used talk about him from time to time.

"Are you Headmaster Ozpin?" Jaune questioned, still not dropping his stance. The man just sighed, as if reminiscing on something.

"Yes, that would be me. I used to know your parents, Jaune. They were good people. They were my friends, and I'm terribly sorry about what happened. But I came here for another reason. As I said before, I don't wish to harm you. So please, just give me a bit of your time and I shall be on my way." Ozpin said, putting his weight on his cane in front of him. Jaune looked calm on the outside, but internally, he was trying to reign in the memories that threatened to resurface. He took a slow and steady breath before slowly lowering his guard. He also recalled his power into his skin. After that he turned to pack away what was left of his gear. First by heading towards the sword that was embedded in a tree.

"Let me pack up first, and then we'll talk." He said, not turning to see the headmaster's response. If he wanted to talk to him, then he was going to do so on his time. He strode towards the weapon with long strides, taking hold of the hilt and yanking it out of the wood. He then turned back and made to place it into a bag with the other piece of equipment he often used alongside the sword. It was a tower shield. About as tall and wide as he was. Though instead of the usual rectangular shape, it instead was curved at different places, almost making it look like a cross. The primary color being that of a deep marine blue. It was outlined with a dull golden color, with a line going down the middle hinting at another function the shield had. It didn't have too much to offer other than being another commercial weapon he would use alongside his sword. He called the blade Douleur, and the shield, Chagrin.

He went about placing everything where it was meant to be, the process only taking a few minutes, as he had conditioned himself to being able to do. Finally, he pulled a long sleeved black compact shirt from a bag and put it on, turning to the headmaster with a blank expression.

"Alright, talk. I remember my parents holding you in high regards, so I'll at least hear you out." Jaune said, crossing his arms as a way of telling the headmaster that he was actually listening. Ozpin nodded again and stopped leaning on his cane.

"Well, just so you are informed, it took quite the bit of resources to find where you were going to be." Ozpin said, but Jaune just snorted at the comment,

"You mean track me down. I try to not stay anywhere too long, that way not just anybody can find me. Especially not 'them'." Jaune spoke. Both of them knew who the 'them' he was referring to. Both having a particular history involving them, one way or another.

"If you wish to put it that way, then yes. But I wanted to offer you a proposition." The older man suggested. Jaune was slightly taken back. Ozpin just met him and he's already offering him something? It seemed fishy, to say the least.

"I'm sure you do." Jaune said, raising an eyebrow. Ozpin reached into his blazer, causing Jaune to tense for a moment before the older man raised his other hand in mock surrender.

"Do not fret, I am simply pulling out a few papers to offer you." He explained, before slowly pulling his hand from the suit, as he said, in his hand were a few pages of paperwork. Jaune stared at it cautiously, looking between the paper and the headmaster who was waiting patiently as he held them out. Jaune finally reached out his hand and carefully took the stack from him. Afterwards, he looked through them and after reading the first page and a half, he looked back to the headmaster with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow.

"You want me to attend Beacon." Jaune stated more than asked. The older man nodded before gesturing to the paperwork in the younger man's hands.

"Yes. I would like you to attend. That paperwork, should you accept, will allow into the academy with no further testing or background checks." The green clad man said. Jaune just looked at him and shifted his gaze to the papers n his hands before looking at him again.

"Why?" was all he asked. The headmaster could tell that Jaune was interested. He may or may not have planned out how this would go down. The cool thing about age, was that after a while of dealing with so many people and students, he could pretty much read anyone like a book nowadays.

"Simple: You have skill, experience, wisdom, intelligence, and an uncanny stubbornness that would fit right in with the rest of my students." Ozpin said, giving a small smile. knowing it wouldn't completely convince him in the slightest, he waited for Jaune to respond.

"Even if that is true, that doesn't really give me any incentive to go." Jaune said, skimming through the rest of the documents in his hands. He may have not been around a lot of people, but that doesn't mean he can't see if someone's playing him for a fool or not. Yet, he couldn't tell with this man. He could see that he genuinely wanted to help him, either out of pity, the feel to do so since he was apparently friends with his parents at one point, out of the goodness of his heart...or more likely trying to gain his good graces. You'd be surprised how many people have tried to keep him for themselves whenever he tried to protect a village from the Grim.

"I see. So, you wish to know what you get out of this?" Ozpin asked, and Jaune simply nodded.

"For starters, you have the opportunity to attend the biggest Huntsmen academy in all of Remnant." The grey-haired man said amusingly, which prompted a deadpan expression from Jaune.

"And may I add that it will give you a definite supply of food, water, safe housing, and education." Ozpin continued, but Jaune could hear the hidden message. 'It will give you access to a nutritious meal, perfect for your training regimen, give you a safe house to hide, and allow you to research anything you desire.'

He found it tempting. In fact, he found it very tempting. There was just one thing that he wanted to know. It didn't necessarily decide what he was going to answer with, but it was probably going to decide how he was going to treat this.

"What's in it for you? You're giving me all of this, and you're not expecting anything in return. What's the catch?" Jaune asked, now much more relaxed around the headmaster. Who was now smiling. He was confident that he was going to accept...but there is always the off chance that he didn't. He really didn't want to resort to his plan B. it's always morally challenging when he used blackmail on someone after all.

"All I ask is if I have special…'missions' for you, I want you to at the very least consider it." The older gentleman said. That was already better than anything else Jaune has heard. Still, he didn't specify what that would entail.

"What kind of missions?" He asked, the headmaster humming in acknowledgment. He reached into his blazer again, this time Jaune merely narrowed his eyes a small bit before relaxing again when Ozpin pulled out a Scroll and handed it to him. Jaune looked at it before looking at Ozpin once more.

"Before you ask, it's yours. I personally made sure that it was secure. It's practically untraceable. Any data that comes onto that phone, whether it's a message, a call, or researching, it will delete it within a five-minute time frame. It can only be called by either me or anyone that accesses my desk. I will give you everything you need for whatever I assign you to. We can go into details later, but if you choose not to accept my offer, then I can render that scroll useless, and we can both pretend that this conversation never happened." The headmaster explained, staring at Jaune evenly. Jaune himself was contemplating whether or not to take the deal. It was then he realized how much of an expectation the older man had for him to be this confident in his abilities.

"Say I do accept; why do you have such faith as to trust me with these missions?" Jaune asked. Ozpin merely chuckled lightly before pulling out his own personal scroll. He then perused the device before showing what he was looking for. It was a cloaked figure-or fuzzy blur if you didn't look closely-with a glowing outline. By its side, was a glowing blue blade. The thing that caught the eye however, was the mutilated and dissipating corpses of over twenty Higher Ranked Beowolves.

A Higher Ranked Beowulf is one of the older varieties but are still outranked by their Alpha. While they could each be an Alpha of their own pack, they've grown smart enough to stick with the Higher Ranked Alpha. The Higher Ranked Alphas themselves are quite troublesome. Even a fully trained hunter has trouble with them. The cloaked figure itself was in the middle of a clash with the leader of the pack. You could even see a few other Higher Ranked Beowolves a bit off screen. Jaune stared at the image before looking back up at Ozpin's knowing face.

"It's quite amusing what you can find if you scrounge around in the right places. Like I said, I've spent quite a bit to find you. So, will you accept?" Ozpin asked, once again leaning on his cane after placing his scroll back into his blazer. Jaune looked between him and the papers in his hands before letting out a breath.

"That fight was actually pretty hard for me you know." Jaune said. Though, Ozpin could also hear the hidden message. 'I don't know if I can do everything you assign me, but I'll try.' Ozpin smiled before he nodded and turned to leave. However, Jaune had one last question for the older gentleman.

"Hey, how did you set all of this up by the way?" Jaune asked, and Ozpin stopped in his stride to turn to him. Ozpin, with his almost ever-present knowing smile, chuckled a small bit before responding.

"I will admit, I used up a number of favors for the paperwork, and I had to pull a string or two for the scroll." He spoke. However, it was then that his smile faded and a more somber expression dawned on his face. He then took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes, suddenly becoming very tired.

"As for why I did this in the first place...well, I felt like I owed your parents as much." Ozpin explained, putting his glasses back on. Jaune closed his eyes to hold back the memories that tried to make their way to the front of his mind again. Ozpin said one more thing to the young man as he was walking away.

"I look forward to having you for the next three years Mr. Arc." He finished vanishing into the brush of the forest. Jaune stood there for a few seconds longer, not sure what to do for now. He initially intended to pack up and head to Mistral for a while, but now that he had agreed to attend Ozpin's school, he would have to prepare himself for interactions with people again. He didn't particularly like it, but at this point, he would love nothing more than to get at those sweet archives that he knew Ozpin was hiding in that academy of his.

"I've still got to restock my supplies before then. Going to have to forage for ingredients out here." He said to himself. Regardless if he was going to ger food at Beacon, he wasn't there now, so he still had to carry on with his routine until he was there. Hopefully, he would find a good amount of food he could use. Maybe set up that makeshift oven he learned to make a years ago in the wilds of Menagerie.


After a week of scrounging around the forest for food and other materials, he had found a suitable place near Vale's city walls to set up camp. It was still a ways from the city, but he could get there within the hour if he so wished. Even so, he still had to kill a number of Grim that tried to fight him. Ranging from the simple Beowolf to even a pair of Boarbatusk. Nothing he hadn't dealt with before, but the frequency in which he had to deal with them was starting to get on his nerves. It was when he was just finishing setting up his campsite when he let out a disgruntled sigh. He then grabbed his sword and shield before turning, already knowing what was coming.

A rumble of the ground was all the warning that was given before a large monster burst forth from the ground, the creature standing tall with it's two heads. He frowned either way, not amused with this thing's apparent death wish. Either way, he readied he weapons and lied in wait for the King Taijitu to make the first move.

"Seems like I might need to clear this entire forest out if I want a moment of peace. Now come on, I need to vent some frustration." He taunted as he stared down the Grim. With speed befitting of a snake, the light-colored head struck first and went to bite at him as the dark head slithered to the side in an attempt to box him in. He simply thrust his shield forward, smashing it against one of the fangs attempting to bite him, causing it to snap in half and the snake to let out a loud screech-like hiss. Jaune rolled his eyes before turning away from another strike from behind, this time from the dark head. He then spun around to smack it away with his shield.

"Even with two heads you seem to have an average IQ of one." He insulted. He didn't expect them to understand, but they took offense either way. Whether it was because he was fending them off so easily or from the words themselves, he didn't care. This thing was hardly threatening.

To their credit, they at least didn't charge head first to attack him this time, only going to try and coil their entire body around him. He didn't see a reason not to allow it, so he let them do so. They wrapped around him many times, with each coil becoming tighter than the last. He looked at their work with little care. His blade and shield were now pressed against him tightly. He moved his arms a little more to make sure his weapons were in position when he wanted to become free.

"I mean, I'm not going to try and tell you guys how to go about killing me or anything, but is this really the best you can do?" He asked, seeing that the Grim was struggling to try and crush him to death. The two heads were visibly straining, seeming to be utterly perplexed as to how and why this human was able to withstand so much pressure that would otherwise have popped a person's head in a splatter of blood. They only felt a bit of satisfaction when they squeezed especially tight and heard a loud crack. However, the mildly satisfied and impressed look on the man's face washed away any feeling of accomplishment.

"Hm, that crick was bothering me earlier, thanks. Now die." He said coldly, forcibly ripping his sword arm out from being pinned to his body. In doing so, he caused a portion of the body to explode in dark blood and smoke. The King Taijitu both let out a yelp, uncoiling quickly and backing away from him. He rolled his eyes as one of the heads tried to slither away in cowardice while the other wished to fight. Running away was a better alternative, Jaune thought. It wouldn't matter though, he'd find them.

"Alight, seriously. Die." He reiterated, dashing forward and slicing the Grim in half. He noticed idly that the dark half, the one that was trying to run away, had slumped over. A shame, that was the smart one.

"Honestly, what did you think was going to happen fighting me?" He asked, turning to the white colored snake, that was now impaled on his sword after it tried to lunge at him in a death frenzy. He rolled his eyes before flicking his wrist and sending the fading corpse careening to the side. He let out a sigh before turning to his training equipment and going to begin his normal routine again.

He had to stop for a moment, looking down to see a small Deathstalker trying to stab him with a stinger.

"I actually have to clear this area, don't I? Fucking hell, what is these things beef with me anyway?" He said to himself, idly stomping out the scorpion before heading into the forest to rid the area of Grim. Just as he always did when he settled down somewhere for the time being. Didn't become any less annoying, however.

"From what I read, just a few more weeks and I'll have my own bed to sleep in." He said to himself as he grabbed his sword, intent on killing as many Grim in the area as he could. However, as he picked up his blade, he saw something fall out of the bag next to it. An old looking picture. The edges were worn, with obvious singe marks telling of a fire. He quickly grabbed it and made sure that the picture was fine before letting out a sigh.

"I'll find him, don't you worry." He whispered, looking upon the image of a large family. Of two loving parents, seven sisters and a young boy. A boy that never wanted anything more in his life than his family. All he wanted was a nice, simple life of working the family farm. To provide for his loved ones. All of which was ripped away. Leaving nothing but bitter hatred for the people that took that away from him.

Jaune carefully placed the picture back where it fell out from before turning and heading out to clear out the forest. He was reaffirmed in his motivation. He needed to get stronger. To be stronger than any that would get in the way of his goal.

"Be it monster or man, nothing is going to stop me from gutting Tyrian Callows alive. This I promise. And an Arc never goes back on his word."