Rien was standing across from Olive again. He had momentarily left to get one of Beacon's numerous training weapons. They had several of many types of weapons, in case students weapons were being repaired or if they wanted to experiment with other weapons. It was just a standard hand-and-a-half sword. It had a simple grey color scheme and it was a decent weight, a little lighter than he was used to but still.

She was still looking at him uneasily but that was expected. It's not every day that a Huntsman challenges you to a fight. She turned from him to Miss Goodwitch, "Professor, is this really necessary?"

Glynda looked up to her and sighed, "No, it is not something I would usually allow. But as I said before, Rien is my assistant today. So, if he feels like this is necessary then I won't stop him."

Olive looked disappointed with her response. She turned back to Rien with a small glare when she heard him chuckle, "What? Are you nervous? What happened to all that confidence you had?"

She gave him a deadpanned expression, "Of course I'm nervous. I'm about to fight a Huntsman. No way am I at your level yet."

"Well, its good to see one Arc that has some common sense." He replied with some snark.

That caused her to pause and glare at him more, "And what does that mean?"

He shrugged, "Exactly what it sounds like. The last Arc to be in Beacon was so convinced that he was invincible that it led to him dying. Right?"

A stunned silence filled the arena and everyone turned to Olive who had her head down and was shaking like crazy. "Are you talking about my brother?"

Rien just tilted his head, "Of course I am. The kid was strong but look where all that power got him. Dead."

He was stopped when a spear point was going towards his masked face. He raised his temporary blade and diverted it to the side. He was holding it back as Olive was in front of him and scowling. "Don't ever talk about my brother like that." She practically hissed.

Rien just leant forward slightly, "Make me." In that moment, he pushed her spear away and kicked her in the stomach, sending her backwards. She planted her feet and skid to a stop before glaring at him. He lowered his sword and just raised his left hand to motion for her to bring it on. As he did that, his eyes under his mask shifted to dark blue.

With a growl, she charged towards him for another thrust. He easily just weaved to the side at the last second. She went for two more rapid thrusts but he dodged them just as easily. She pulled back and started to spin her spear before she started to attack him with a series of slashes or pommel strikes. But this met her with the exact same responses. He'd easily just weave out of all her attacks. And as this continue, the more frustrated she was becoming, "What, not going to attack back?"

She gave a half-shrug as he avoided another attack, "Doesn't look like I need to. But if you insist." He planted his feet and when her spearhead was thrust towards his chest, he raised his left hand and caught it.

She raised an eyebrow at that, thinking he was just showing off. She looked at the aura readings to see how much that maneuver cost him and her eyes widened. It barely cost him a couple percent. She looked back at him in shock, not knowing that his eyes were now brown. He pulled her weapon forward with her following it. That was when he slashed forward and took a good chunk of her aura with it. He let go of her spear and she quickly gained some distance between them.

"Hope you realize that if I didn't let you go, this fight would be over." He informed her as he shook his left hand slightly.

She scowled at him, knowing he was right but she didn't care. He was bad mouthing Jaune, he needed to pay for that. "You're going to regret doing that."

He chuckled, "Doubtful." He said dismissively. "So far, I'm getting the same impression that other Arc gave me. A fool that will just get themselves killed early."

"Shut up!" she shouted as all her anger was now on her face. "You know nothing about my brother and I won't let you belittle him anymore!" As she said that, the pole to her spear started to collapse and she placed it on her back. She reached down to the holsters on her belt and two handles sprung from them. She grabbed them and pulled them free and blades extended from both, forming two short swords.

That took him off guard for a second before she charged at him. He quickly shifted his eyes to light green as a precaution. They started to exchange attacks and he could tell that she was good with her swords but she hadn't mastered them, they must've been a new addition to her arsenal. "See? Just like him. An adversary gets under your skin and you just run in. Forgetting how outmatched you are and never thinking about any strategy or even considering backup."

His eyes shifted to crimson and he knocked her blades from her hands with a powerful swing. He then grabbed her by the front of her shirt, "That ends now." He then lifted her into the air and slammed her into the ground. She bounced off as it cracked under her. She stared with wide eyes up at the ceiling as she gave a nearly mute cry of pain. He then swung and hit her with the flat side of his blade and sent her tumbling across the arena before laying in a heap two feet from the out of bounds mark.

The students just stared in shock at the brutality, no one saying a thing. Goodwitch was staring but now she had a better understanding of why he was doing this. He wanted to stop his sister from making his mistakes. From going down the same path.

Rien stood there and watched on as Olive slowly started to rise with shaky arms and legs. "Anger can give you strength but it leaves you open to too many risks. I say this from experience: it may feel like a strength but all that rage you have inside you is just holding you back. You need to let it go."

"Let it go?" She asked it quietly but he could hear to easily in the silence. "How am I supposed to let it go?" She was now on her feet but was looking down. "My brother is dead. He sacrificed himself to protect everyone. He saved the day and became a hero. And I should feel proud, right?"

She finally looked up and his heart broke. His little sister, the one that helped him so many times before his training, had tears pouring down her eyes. "How can I feel proud? My only brother, the person I looked up to most in Remnant is dead. And that will never change. Yeah he saved Vale and Beacon and everyone else." Her hand reached up and she gripped her shirt tightly. "But I still lost him forever."

She looked at him almost pleadingly, "So how am I supposed to let it go? Become a Huntress? That hasn't stopped it in the slightest. Being here where he used to be just reminds me that he isn't coming back. Get revenge on his killer? They've been dealt with, he killed them. Destroy the Grimm? That is impossible for one person to do."

She dropped her hand from her chest and reached back for her spear, deploying it onto its full length. "The pain will never go away. So, yeah, I'm angry. No, I'm furious. At the people who took him away from all of us. At him for having to sacrifice himself. But most of all, I'm furious with myself for not being there for him." She pointed her spear at him again and had a determination in her eyes. "But no matter what, I won't allow anyone belittle his memory."

Jaune just stared at her through his mask and he gave a sigh. He wanted to use this fight as a way to find all this out and try to help her. But how was he supposed to do that when he was the source of all of it. His fist tightened around his weapon and his eyes shifted to yellow. 'I'll finish this quick. No point in delaying it any further.' He thought to himself.

He took off at a speed that made him look like a black blur. Olive was shocked but her Semblance picked him up on her right. She tried to turn but his blade bit into her side and her aura. She took a step back and she sensed him on her left this time. Again, she couldn't do anything to defend herself and took the hit. This carried on for several more attacks. He'd move too quick for her and she would have no choice but take the hit. He stopped when her aura got low enough and the signal went off.

He stopped and stood beside her, his eyes shifting back to normal. She was on her knees and looking down at the ground, breathing raggedly. "Your Semblance is impressive but that is its greatest flaw. If you aren't fast enough to dodge or strong enough to block the attack, it is almost useless. You need to work on that, Liv." He said the nickname just over a whisper so only she could hear it. It was a nickname he gave her when they were younger but he stopped when they got older because she told him it made her sound like a little kid. She looked up at him in shock and confusion. That was until her eyes drooped and she passed out. He knelt down and caught her before she hit the ground. She was beyond exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

Glynda spoke up with that, "Let that be a lesson to all of you here. Yes, you have made it this far and have trained hard. But you are far from invincible. The sooner you realize that, the more you will grow and the stronger you will all become. With that, class is dismissed."

The students started to leave and Goodwitch walked over to Jaune, still kneeling and holding his sister. "I understand why you did that. But you may've gone too far."

He nodded, "You may be right, Glynda. But it's something that needed to be done and it was my job to do it. I'm responsible for her and the problem." He picked her up in a bridal carry and stood up, "I'll take her to the infirmary to get some rest. Can you return her weapons to her locker?" He looked at his ex-professor and she just nodded to him. "Thank you." He said with a smile hidden under his mask. He then turned and left with his sister.

Jaune was currently in the infirmary with Olive. He walked in and told the head nurse that she just exhausted her aura. She just pointed to one of the rooms and told him to make her comfortable. He did that by placing her in the bed and draping the covers over her. He then gently stroked her green and blonde hair. She gave a small smile and quietly muttered what sounded like 'Big Brother.'

That had him freeze for a few seconds before he sighed sadly. He retrieved his hand and started to turn to the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder to look back at her sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help it. He just sighed again and walked over to the chair placed by the wall beside her bed. He took a seat and just waited there.

He pulled out his scroll and started to check on a few situations he had interest in. He started by checking to see if anything new had happened in the lands outside of Vale and with any of the settlements he wished to keep tabs on. He found very little which made him relieved. The Draco hadn't resurfaced yet. But was that a good or bad thing?

Second was Atlas were saying that they were making breakthroughs in the study of aura and the possibility of restoring it. That caused him to smirk and chuckle a bit. If they only knew that someone was already so close to that already. Good thing his friend knew how to stay under the radar. Was he a friend? Mentor? Supplier? He shrugged absentmindedly. 'Mix of all of those and more probably.'

He also found an article on another robbery of the thief 'Hardware'. Atlas gave them that codename because they had nothing on the guy except that he steals samples of cutting edge or prototypes of experimental technology. That made him smirk. First because it was always amusing to see the idiots in Atlas have the rug pulled out from under them. Second, it was always nice to be part of an inside joke.

That's when he started to get messages from RWBY and JNPR. Apparently, word had spread that Olive was in the infirmary after fighting 'the Masked Huntsman'. Jaune deadpanned at that. 'Worst name ever.' He thought. They were all checking to see if it was true and if she was alright. He decided to make it easier on everyone and made a group message and told the all, 'Yes its true and she's just exhausted.' That got him several other questions and he told them he'd tell them later and to get back to focusing on their classes before he tips off the Headmaster. He got some begrudging peace after that.

He relaxed in that peace for another half an hour. That was until Olive started to stir. Her eyes slowly opened and she looked around the room confused. "How'd I get here?" she asked out loud and tiredly.

"That would be because of me." He answered and she turned to him in confusion. "I brought you here after our fight so you could rest."

She just looked at him for a while before she turned over onto her side so her back was to him, "Thanks."

He just looked at her and stood up, "You don't have to like me and you don't need to forgive me. But what I pointed out to you in our fight had merit to it. Keep that in mind and work on it. Then you'll be better than your brother."

With those words he just walked away and to the door. He was only halfway there when she spoke up, "I know why you did that." He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her, she still had her back to him. "Why you said all of that about my brother. You wanted me angry at you so you could prove your point to me."

He nodded, even though she couldn't see it. "You seemed like the stubborn type. Was the only way to get it through to you."

She didn't move or say anything, so he assumed they were done. That was until she sat up but was still looking down at her blankets. "My brother used to say the same about me. I was the quiet type of person and usually kept things buried, until I met RWBY and JNPR. They helped pull me from my shell and made me feel better about being here. Them being around made the pain of missing Jaune dull."

She looked up at him and she was tearing up again. But this time she was trying to hold them back. "When they brought you back, they started to go see you more and spend more time with you. They've had less time for me and because of that, the pain came back." She looked down at the floor as a tear or two trailed down her cheeks. "It sounds so selfish and stupid. And I hate that I feel that way. But it was just easier to put that hate on someone else. I couldn't do it to them because they mean so much to me. So, I put it all on you. You didn't deserve that and I'm sorry for that."

Jaune just stared at her and he felt terrible for causing her to cry twice now. He walked over to her side table and pulled a tissue from the box there. He handed it to her and she looked at it in shock. "Apology accepted. And please, don't cry like that. I'm not worth those tears."

She took the tissue with a shaky hand and wipe her eyes and nose with it. She then let loose a small giggle that confused him. "Sorry. It's just that my brother used to say things similar to that when he would upset me as a kid. I hated that when I got older. He always put himself down and it always felt so wrong to me." She gave a said sigh, "That's one of many things I wish I would've told him."

He just looked at her for a while. He hated seeing her like this, in so much pain and it was because of him. He wanted to take all that pain away and he knew there was only one way to do that. As much as he wanted to, it was such a big risk to do. He could put her and his whole family at risk if the worst happened. Which was the greater mercy? He was going back and forth on whether to do it or not. But when she gave another sad sniffle, his resolve crumbled.

With a shaky hand, he brought it up to his mask and hit the switch. As his mask started to reform into his sunglasses he spoke up, "What else do you want to tell him?"

Olive froze for a second before she slowly turned to him with wide eyes. With a small smirk, trying to not laugh at her shell-shocked expression. He pulled off his hood and his sunglasses, revealing his face to her. Her mouth dropped and his smirk turned to a small smile. "I've missed you, Liv."

"J-jaune?" she asked shakily, not believing her eyes or ears. He just nodded, his smile staying in place. She then slowly stood up from the bed and walked over to him. Her eyes never leaving his face, like he'd disappear if she took her eyes off him. When she was close enough, she reached up slowly with a shaky hand and placed it on his cheek. She gasped and her eyes started to tear up again. She then wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his shoulder, "Big Brother, you're back. You're actually here." She cried into his shoulder.

He just returned her hug and held her close. "I'm here, Liv. I'm here." He said soothingly as his sister cried into his shoulder more.

The two stood there for a while until Olive's tears finally came to a stop. She looked up at him, "How is this possible?" she asked him.

He looked around really quick before gently pushing her back a bit, "Take a seat and I'll explain." She nodded and took a seat on the edge of the bed. As she did that, Jaune went to the door and cracked it open. He carefully looked to make sure that no one was around. Once he was sure of that, he placed one of his motion sensors on the outside of the door before closing and locking it. He then walked back over to Olive and pulled the chair from the wall to in front of her and sat in it. He looked her in the eyes and took a deep breath, "So, where do you want me to start?"

She raised an eyebrow and, with a smirk, said, "The beginning is always good."

He just rolled his eyes, "Ha-ha. Well, I guess I'll start with the obvious, I didn't die. I was close, very close. But luckily, someone found me and brought me somewhere that I could heal. It took me many months to fully heal and to get back into shape. Once I did that, I came back here." He sighed again. "That's when things got complicated."

She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, "How so?"

"Before I say anything, you need to understand something. What I'm going to tell you is absolutely all I can tell you. So, don't ask me to elaborate, understand?" he asked sternly and she nodded. He nodded back, "The people that caused the Fall of Beacon were part of a much bigger group." That earned her a shocked look, "Yeah, exactly. And I can say they weren't happy about their plan going up in smoke. If they found out the one responsible for that was alive, they would come for me. Or the people I care for."

Her eyes gained a sense of clarity to them, "That's why you let everyone believe you were dead."

He nodded again, "Can't get revenge on someone who is dead. Especially when it could draw unwanted attention. Them believing Jaune Arc is dead, keeps our family safe. Along with my girlfriends."

Her eyes widened a bit, "RWBY and JNPR know?" he just nodded. "Who else does?"

Jaune thought for a bit. "The person who saved me and the person who set up my persona as Rien. Along with Ozpin and Qrow. Glynda found out around the same time as JNPR. And now you, so fourteen people, not counting myself."

She nodded and started to think for a bit, "I can't tell Mom or Dad. Or our sisters, can I?" she asked glumly.

Jaune winced and gently rubbed the back of his neck as he looked away, "No. As much as I wish we could, it's too dangerous. I don't want to think about the resources they had for Beacon being pointed at our family. Or friends."

She looked down and he turned away, unsure on what to say next. This was a conversation he was hoping to not have this soon. He felt a pressure in his hand and he looked to see Olive holding it in her own. She looked him in the eyes, "They miss you, Jaune."

He looked away, "I know. I want them to know, Liv, more than almost anything. But, I want them to be alive more."

She pulled his hand and he looked back to her. She had an understanding look on her face "I get it, Jaune. I'll keep it a secret."

He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, "Thanks, Liv."

She gave him a glare with no heat behind it, "Stop calling me that. I'm not seven anymore."

He smirked, "Really? Still kind of a squirt though, aren't you?"

She stood up and placed her hands on her hips before glaring more, "For your information, I am average height for my age. Not my fault you're an Oumdamned tree."

He just poked her in the forehead and pushed her back with his two fingers. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Squirt."

She just kept glaring at him while his teasing smirk never left his face. After thirty seconds or so, they started to chuckle at the standoff. When they calmed down, she looked to the side and was nervously tapping her foot on the ground. "So, does that mean I can visit you on occasions?"

He started to scratch his chin as he thought about it, "That's gonna be hard to do." She looked back at him confused, "As far as the rest of the world knows, I'm Rien and he has no connection to the Arcs. It would be pretty suspicious if you just started to come see me and hang out, out of the blue. Especially, with the disdain you held towards me before."

She looked away with an embarrassed blush. She looked downtrodden with that but he just smirked, "But I may know of a way to fix that." She looked at him and he stood up and gave her a serious look, "Once a week, you will come to my place and I'm going to train you on how to use those swords of yours. Properly." He had a sadistic grin that made her swallow nervously, "So, be prepared because I won't hold back on making you a competent swordswoman."

She looked at him nervously and nodded slowly. After a few seconds her smile came back and she hugged him again. "I love you, Big Brother."

He smiled just as widely and returned the hug, "Love you too, Little Sister." This wasn't something he had ever planned on but he couldn't say he regretted it right now. Because he had at least one member of his family back. And as much as he wished the other members of his family could know too, right now, this was enough for him.