To the review 'asking' why is it that I only updated two chapters despite my promise of updating it all, please refer to the A/N on the first chapter of where I said that that was the case, but it fell apart and I couldn't do it because of how busy I was. So instead, i had to make a compromise and do this instead.

Without further ado, let's get on to the chapter.

Jaune stifled a yawn as he held onto his uncle. The two of them were on a motorcycle, heading towards their destination. Dante did not joke when he said he would come pick him up at 6 AM sharp. He barely had a good night sleep because of the excitement that he felt because he was gonna start training.

Eventually, the motorcycle skid to a halt, stopping at a junk yard with a small lake just beside it. Dante lightly shook his nephew, waking him up.

"Kid, we're here."

This time, Jaune couldn't stifle his yawn this time as he rubbed his eyes open. He scanned his surroundings and lightly frowned. "Um, Uncle Dante, why are we at the junk yard?"

Dante smiled and got off his ride. "That's pretty simple, kid. It's because this is the perfect place for your training. Some local gym ain't gonna cut it. With here, we can test your strength and not worry about having to pay for anything if we destroy it."

Jaune's mouth formed an 'o' and nodded in understanding. The Legendary Devil Hunter pointed right at a broken fridge, and ordered Jaune to punch it as hard as he could. The former blond looked at his uncle incredulously.

"What?!" he shouted out. "Are you kidding me? That's freaking huge!"

"What? Killing demons and punching me were way easier?"

The Arc spluttered, trying to defend himself. "B-but that's because you're not made out of metal!"

Dante just smirked and pointed at the fridge again. "Kid, trust me. You can break that fridge easy. Hell, I bet you can do it in one punch. Just try it."

Having no other choice, Jaune complied and walked up to the broken fridge. He cocked back his hand and punched it with all he had. It was a bit too much as the already broken kitchen appliance was sent flying back in pieces. Jaune looked at the remains with wide eyes, in disbelief that he just did that. Meanwhile, Dante shook his head in amusement.

"Huh. Didn't think it'd be that powerful. Guess the exposure to his demonic heritage really boosted his strength. Good. But what does it say about his other aspects?"

Dante walked up to his nephew and clasped his shoulder, snapping him out of his shock. Jaune looked back and forth from his uncle then to the charred remains, still processing what he did.

"That just happened, right?"

"Kid, believe me, it did. Good, I was a bit worried that you weren't gonna be able to do it. But it looks like we don't have to worry about your strength for the time being. Let's move on to the next part of your training - exercise. I'm sure you know the basic exercises, right? Push ups, curl ups, jumping jacks and whatnot?"

Jaune nodded, making Dante grunt and look at him with a serious expression.

"Good. Do each of those exercises 100 times."

The Lone Son reeled back in shock, looking at his uncle in horror. "What?! Uncle Dante, are you sure I can even do all of that? I'm just a kid My arms gonna fall off!"

The Legendary Devil Hunter shook his head, remaining firm. "I warned you, kid. Training's gonna be tough and gruelling. If you wanna back out now, you can still do it. But, you won't ever get stronger. You'll remain weak. Pathetic and useless. You'll be nothing…but deadweight."

Out of everything Dante said, one word stuck out the most. Deadweight... He didn't want to be that. He wanted to be above it. Strong. Capable. Useful. Anything that wasn't it. He stared at his demonic arm and tightly clenched it, looking more determined.

The drive that he had yesterday intensified as he dropped onto the ground and started doing push ups. Dante stepped back and watched with a smile. Sure, he was a bit harsh on his words, but it had to be done. He had to motivate Jaune.

What better way then to bring up his weakness to remind him of why he needed it? Dante jumped and landed on top of a pile of rubble, sitting down as he continued to watch his nephew.

Some time later

Jaune tried to catch his breath as he fell to his knees, drenched in sweat. He had just finished his 100 push ups, curls up, sit ups, pull ups, jumping jacks and squats. Dante didn't give him any sort of reprieve when he reached his goal and demanded he moved on to the next exercise.

Said cambion dropped down from his position and walked up to him, handing over a bottle of water. Jaune took it and started gulping down the liquid. Once he had his fill, he sighed in contentment and screwed back the cap.

"So," Jaune started. "What's next?"

Dante took back the water bottle and gave his next instructions. "Well, we covered your endurance. Now how about your stamina?" He pulled out a red flag and impaled it in the ground. "This is your starting and end point. I need you to circle around the entire junk yard, 50 times. No breaks, because if I see you do, you're gonna do it all over again."

Jaune bit back whatever complaint he had. It wasn't gonna make any difference, and he was the one to ask for this, and so, he started running.

The red-garbed hunter jumped onto the roof of the slightly rundown warehouse, giving him a good vantage point to view Jaune's progress. He took out his Scroll and opened up the Clock app, and began timing the former blond.

Despite the slight ache that he was starting to feel in his body, Jaune pushed himself and kept on running. A few times, he would stumble because of some rubble or a pothole. But he didn't let this deter him and just focused.

He had just to keep in mind the personal stake in all of this. Whining and moaning won't ever bring back his dead sister. It won't change anything. It won't make him strong. He had to take action and grow. For him, for his family…and for Pyrrha too.

"You're doing good, kid!" shouted out Dante. "You're already about half-way done!"

Jaune blinked, not believing his uncle. "How the heck did time fly so qui-"

Unfortunately for him, his musing costed him as he tripped on a broken pipe. Jaune yelped as his face planted into the dirt. Dante shook his head in faux disappointment as his nephew pushed himself up.

"Sorry, kid. But that counts as a break. You're gonna have to go all the way back to zero."

"ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME?!"

FIFTY HELLISH LAPS LATER

Jaune laid on the ground, having abandoned his jacket as he desperately tried to take in air. Dante slowly approached him as he looked at his Scroll in one hand, a plate of sliced oranges on the other.

"Not bad, kid. It took you about four and a half hours, which is sorta average, but still good."

Jaune said nothing as he snatched the orange slices out of Dante's hands, helping himself to the citrus fruit. The Son of Sparda sat down next to him, giving him a congratulatory smile.

"You're progressing pretty well, kid. A normal person would've given up by now. Luckily, us descendants of Sparda are pretty stubborn and resilient. That, and our demonic heritage gives us a leg up on the others. We're much more stronger, faster, and not to sound arrogant, way better than them. But, that's just how it is."

Dante stood up and checked the time - 1:27 pm. He walked up to his motorcycle and got on. He waited for Jaune to move, except he remained on the floor. Dante got off and went to his nephew to see that he had fallen asleep. The Legendary Devil Hunter couldn't help but smile. He gently picked him and carried him towards his bike.

But now he was placed with a dilemma - how the hell was he gonna take the kid back to his house on his motorcycle, without him falling off? Dante set him down next to it and got to thinking. He looked around the junk yard, trying to see if there was something that could be of use.

His eyes then fell upon a sidecar. It was a bit banged up and scratched, but still perfectly usable. And luckily for him, he could attach it to his bike.

Dante quickly attached the sidecar to his motorcycle, making sure everything was screwed in tightly. Fortunately, the seat was just stained and nothing too bad. But just to be sure, he pulled out a long cloth and draped it over the seat.

Once he was done, he picked up his nephew once again and placed him into the sidecar. Dante took off his coat and placed it over Jaune, just so he wouldn't get sick.

And with that, he finally ignited his ride and drove off.

Ten months later

During the past months, training was hellish for Jaune. Sure, it pretty much involved doing the same thing over and over again, but Dante somehow found ways to make things harder.

When he did push ups, Dante would sometimes sit on him or put heavy objects on his back. And his running exercise would get turned into a dodging session. His sadistic uncle would grab some of the junk around him and start throwing at him like a madman. At times, he'd get hit and be forced to do it all over again with either a new bruise or a bump on his head. Other times, it would motivate him to run much faster.

Unfortunately, the near-by lake was a no littering zone, and Dante would have him take out every piece of junk that ended up there…which was a lot, because his uncle would purposely miss just to make it more difficult for him.

Then there were the times he had to break at least one item inside of the junk yard. But it had to be way above his weight. So, he ended up destroying quite a few broken cars and a few kitchen appliances.

Of course, he didn't train all the time. He'd get at least one day of reprieve every once a week. Either because Dante had a job to do, or if Jeanne insisted so he could hang out with Pyrrha. If it was the latter, Dante would agree with, understanding that it allowed Jaune to humanize and form bonds.

Luckily, he didn't easily ache and recovered more faster than a regular person due to his demonic heritage. After a good night's rest, he was raring to go once again.

Currently, Jaune was sitting on top of a rusting, old car, waiting for Dante to show up. As he did, he couldn't help but look at himself, staring into his reflection in the river.

In his ten months of intense training, he had lost a substantial amount of his baby fat, his muscles slowly starting to come to life and became a bit noticeable. Compared to back then when he had noodle-like limbs, he was like a bodybuilder now.

The silver-haired Arc hummed to himself, wondering what will be the next part to his training. Suddenly, he felt himself break into a cold sweat, a dreadful feeling crawling up his back. Not only that, but his arm was glowing.

"W-What is this? This…feeling. It's almost like-" Jaune's eyes widened, his conclusion terrifying him. "Like that day…months ago when the demons attacked!"

Jaune pushed himself off the car and looked around apprehensively, fear flooding his body. He unconsciously gulped, clenching his fist tightly as he awaited the demon.

"That's good. Guess you can sense me then, huh?"

Jaune blinked, hearing the familiar voice despite being warped and echoed coming from the warehouse. "Uncle Dante?"

Out of the abandoned warehouse came a demon, yet its overall appearance looked human-like. The demon was reptilian-like, scales covering most of the body, both hands and feet clawed. A crack was present on its chest, giving off a fiery glow. And to top it off, the demon wore something akin to a coat.

Jaune took a step back, still feeling fear, making Dante rub the back of his head sheepishly.

"Maybe I should have handled and showed this differently, huh?"

In a flash of lightning, Dante switched back into a human, making Jaune relax. He straightened himself out and glared at his uncle.

"What the heck, Uncle D?! You scared me, I thought there was a demon out there!"

The Legendary Devil Hunter sent him an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, kid. I needed to see if you could sense out demons. Granted, I did flash a bit of my powers. Only a small margin though, but you still traced me."

The nine year old ceased his glare and sighed. "Well, next time, how about a little warning? What even was that?"

"That, was the Devil Trigger. Because we're part demons, we can basically shed our human forms and turn into a devil, accessing our inner supernatural potential. We get a lot of perks, like faster healing, greater strength, speed, etc. It's kinda like a second skin. Like that arm of yours. How does it feel, by the way?"

Jaune blinked at the question. Now that he thought about it, it didn't really feel all that different from his old arm. It felt…normal.

"To be honest, it's like a regular arm. I don't feel anything weird, like the scales. By the way, what's next in our training?"

Dante smirked and held out his hand. Jaune was about to ask what he was doing until it flickered back into his earlier demon form. A few seconds later he willed back away, now gaining the child's interest.

"I'd say we've built your body just above the average requirement so it can handle your demonic powers. So now, we move on to how you can actually use it. Tell me, kid; did you feel any sort of sensation when you first used your powers?"

Jaune looked down in thought, trying to think back to the painful memory. Dante noticed his face scrunch up in pain. He put his hand over his shoulder, assuring him that they could find another way.

"No no. It's… It's fine."

"If you're sure… So, how did you feel?"

"I'm not too sure. It was like, I was in the middle of the cold, and I was shivering until my powers came, and all of a sudden a fire came and warmed me up… Does that make sense?"

The older cambion rubbed his chin and looked at his nephew. "Try feeling out that heat again. Close your eyes, then clear your mind. And when you do, try to emulate the feeling and pull it out, then the rest should go along smoothly."

Jaune nodded and did as his uncle had told him. He sat down cross-legged and tried to replicate the sensation. Meanwhile, Dante snacked on some pizza he had picked up on the way, watching in amusement as his nephew's face scrunch up in pure concentration.

Unfortunately, he couldn't quite get it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't replicate the feeling. After numerous attempts, it was a failure and he just ended up irritating himself.

"This is hopeless, I'm never gonna get it."

Dante swallowed his pizza and weighed his options. He thought it over before reaching his decision. "Alright, let's try this."

Then that's when Dante transformed into his Devil Trigger state. He grabbed Jaune by the leg and flew into the air. The nine year old screamed in surprise and fear as they ascended higher and higher until they were about three-stories off the ground.

Jaune looked down in horror as his uncle dangled him. "D-Dante! What are you doing?"

The devil hunter remained silent and released his grip, dropping his own nephew. The white-haired child screamed as he began to plummet to the ground. He could practically hear his heart beat, thumping against his chest loudly.

As he neared his death, Jaune's eyes snapped open, glowing a bright red as a flash of aura enshrouded him. Through instinct, he swiveled around and threw out his arm, a spectral hand materializing and grabbing onto Dante.

The half-devil caught it, halting Jaune's descent. Dante smiled as he slowly lowered back to the ground, allowing Jaune to release his grip and jump down. He turned back into his normal form and smiled, seeing that the aura around his nephew persisted.

"That's it. Take a good feel of it, kid. Memorize it, then etch it into your mind. Now, try to will it away."

Jaune closed his eyes and focused. It took him quite a while before the aura shroud dissipated and his eyes returned to its normal azure color. The Lone Son looked at his uncle then struck him in the stomach, making him keel over and fall to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Dante groaned, clutching his stomach.

"Okay, maybe I deserve that."

"Of course you do, you jerk! I could have died from that fall if that didn't work!"

Dante regained his breath and smirked through the pain. "But it did." He stood up and dusted himself. "Look, I'm sorry, kid. I had no other choice. I needed a way to stimulate your senses so you could draw out you powers, and the only way for that to happen was a life or death situation. Dropping you off from a tall height was one of the options. The second, on the other hand, is the Sparda family tradition - getting stabbed or impaled by a sword straight to the chest."

Jaune flinched, not liking the prospect of getting stabbed just yet. So, he had to concede that his uncle had a fair point.

"You're right. But still, you could have warned me."

"Trust me, kiddo. If I did, the results wouldn't have been the same. But enough of that. Now that you got a grasp on how to draw out your power, it's time that we get started. First objective - willing your arm back to normal. Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."

The Arc nodded. "Okay. So, how do I do it?"

"Just like earlier, when you dismissed that shroud of yours. Only this time, you need to focus harder, since like you said, your arm feels pretty normal. But, there should be a tiny difference that should allow you to turn your into a regular one. Try it."

Jaune closed his eyes and focused one again. He cleared out his thoughts and dove into his power. In one's perspective, they would see a blue flame, burning ever so brightly, contained in a cage. He navigated until he came across a section where he felt slight warmth. He reached out and grabbed it, pulling back with the rest of the fire.

Back outside, Dante watched in amazement as Jaune's devil arm began to dissolve, replaced by a regular arm. But that wasn't the only change, his hair gradually lost its silvery-white color and was promptly replaced by a golden blond. Dante ignored it for the moment and gave Jaune a smile of approval.

"You did it."

Jaune looked at his arm, happiness surging through him. His smile was wide as he looked at with joy. "T-This is incredible!"

"That's not the only thing you did." claimed Dante. He pulled up a broken mirror and held it in front of Jaune, showing him hair. "Looks like your hair color isn't permanent. It changes depending on your, I guess, form, you could call it - blond if you aren't using your demonic powers and silver if you are channeling it. And you can use it to your advantage. For one, it's great for infiltration, if needed. You can look pretty different just by the color of your hair. That, and it might be a good way to throw off your opponents. Also, you don't even need to buy hair dye."

Jaune half-listened, in awe that he could change the color of his hair. Dante was amused that the kid was fussing over his hair. He lightly bonked him on the head, getting his attention.

"Get ready, Jaune. Because now we train for real." All of a sudden, Dante got serious and looked at him with a cold expression. "The hell that you experienced ten months ago? It'll be child's play compared to what I'm about to throw at you starting today."

Jaune clenched his fists tightly and brought them up, his eyes steeled in resolve and burning with determination. "Bring it on, old man!"

Demonic energy began to dance around Dante as a wicked grin spread across his lips, making Jaune step back as he unconsciously gulped and became pale like a ghost. The Legendary Devil Hunter dispersed it and began laughing at the blond's reaction.

"Y-You, you should have seen the look on your face! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" He composed himself and smiled at his pissed nephew. "We won't be going through that type of training just yet. First, we got to cut down the time you waste when accessing your devil power?"

Jaune titled his head in confusion. "Huh? But, it only took me a couple of minutes!"

"Nope. It took you a couple of hours."

Dante fished out his Scroll and showed it to him. Jaune's eyes bugged out at the displayed time. It read '3:27 PM', which shocked him because the last time he checked, it was 9:14 AM. In other words, it took him a total of about six hours just to access and dismiss his powers.

"B-but, it didn't feel that long!" he argued. "I mean, I don't even feel hu-"

A growl coming from his stomach cut off what he was gonna say. Jaune blushed in embarrassment, as his stomach continued to ask for food. Dante just handed over the box he had eating from, which still had two slices. The Lone Son accepted it graciously and began to scarf it down.

Dante sat down, and explained. "That's how it usually is, kid. You delved deep into your inner self, your soul. That, and you were in a state of… let's say zen. In your perception, time is still the same, but on the outside, it's a bit faster. Now, that's what we'll focus on for now. Because if you take too long, boom, you're dead."

Jaune nodded and just accepted his uncle's words. "So, how are we gonna do this?'

"Simple." he said. "You just gotta repeat the process over and over again until you really get used to it. Soon enough, you'll find yourself doing it pretty quickly, it's practically an instant. Assume a meditating position, if it takes too long, I'll say."

The blond obeyed his uncle's orders and sat down. He straightened himself and tried to clear out his mind, solely focusing at the power within him.

Dante sat back down and watched as Jaune slipped off into retrieving his powers again.

Some time later

"How has his training been?"

Jeanne puled out a container filled with marinated chicken from her fridge as she talked with Dante, who sat at on a chair, sipping some whiskey straight from the bottle, about Jaune's progress.

"He's doing pretty well. If it fits the time frame, we'll be moving on to weapon's training. You got an ideas what weapon would fit him?"

The nephilim hummed in thought as she began to gently drop the chicken into fryer. "You should take him to Nera's room. Before she died, Nera aspired to become a weapon smith. She already made some custom-made weapons and hid it somewhere in her room. Considering how close the two were, Jaune would best know where they are. Who knows, maybe there's something he could take up there."

"I'll consider it." Dante took another swig from the bottle, groaning in satisfaction at the burning sensation in his throat. "Man, this is good. And pretty high quality too."

"Got at lot of connections, considering my status as a chef."

"Speaking of being a chef, how long have you been cooking?" asked Dante.

Jeanne shrugged as she began to cook the sauce. "Pretty much my whole life. If I wasn't training or fighting, I was cooking. Caught a master chef's eye and he personally took me under his wing then I rose up in a short amount of time, and here I am."

"I see…" Dante decided to down the whole bottle and asked a question that's been on his mind. "You guys want to come visit my office?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow at the invitation. "What brought this on?"

The Son of Sparda shrugged. "Don't really got a reason. It's just a spur of the moment type of thing. And, maybe it might be great for Jaune to get a good look at what his future job could be. He's of Sparda. There's no doubt that demons will be after him. So, why not get paid to kill the demons after you?'

The Arc Matriarch dried off the cooked buttermilk chicken and placed them in a plate, surrounded by little bowls filled with vegetables and corn. She assembled them all on to a tray.

"It is a good idea, but it's ultimately my son's decision. Could you put this on the table?"

Dante obliged and grabbed the tray from Jeanne with one hand, walking up to the dinner table to set it all up.

Once again, not much major changes for this one. Nothing really called out to me that needed changing.