[Part-1]

Detachment.

In a way, the simple meaning of the word would be disconnecting from something, not having anything to do with something, be it a person or object- or even our deepest memories.

This is what was occurring.

Jaune did not know how to explain it with words, but he could feel his body dividing itself into two, the physical body and the spiritual body…he could feel the spiritual body was detaching itself from the physical one- he could feel it.

The breaking and disappearing of everything he learned in the combat class, everything he learned by watching others, how much they were better than him, the bitter feeling that he could never match up to them or their semblance, that bitter feeling and resentment were slowly subsiding.

Once again, he felt the breakdown of the ways Pyrrha, his partner taught him the use of sword and shield, the nights he spent at the roof training became a blur, he remembered their conversation, however, whatever he learned just disappear.

Honestly, this was scary…can someone even forget their memories had they consented to it? This was the question perhaps Jaune asked himself, it was so easy to attach yourself to others, you would always think they would have your back, that they no matter what would support you…

Is that the case always? What about those who were abandoned? What about those who were left behind? What about those who were betrayed and never given a second chance?

Could that be the reason people sought revenge? That they need justification for their actions because they were wronged? Or they show off by hanging around better people? Or is it the reason they want to forget the people who made them suffer?

Why was Jaune think of such a negative substance? Perhaps, somewhere deep in his mind, he was afraid that Pyrrha would have rejected him. That she would not have cared from him, she would have exposed his secrets and his friends would have abandoned him, or even if Pyrrha never told anyone, Cardin could have exposed him anytime.

None of them did.

Pyrrha was shocked- a bit sad, yet every day she helped Jaune to get better, to make sure he gets strong. At expense where she could have been training, she helped Jaune, without any ulterior motive.

Cardin's pride was hurt when Jaune saved him, by all means, Cardin could have taken the credit for the kill and then made sure that Jaune suffered, however, he did not do any of those. He accepted his mistakes; he accepted his past behavior and he forced himself and his teammates to work on charity and Faunus rights event with Team CFVY.

People can change, people can get better at what they do. Jaune took this little moment, to appreciate how understanding his peers were, his team were,

He hasn't revealed them of his transcripts, but after the tournament, he plans to it is better that they hear it from him, rather than some third party, it is better he takes if they decide to punish him- directly because frankly it weighs on his soul and he hates that.

He would ask to come out clean not because it was the right thing to do, but because it would give peace to his soul.

Jaune felt it, both his spiritual and his physical body had forgotten all the way of fighting that it had learned till this day. The soul and the body were merging once again, each link was connecting- however- a synapse, a dense collection of auras in his mind, when reattached-

"Bend me over- make me scream"

Jaune woke up with a jolt.

"Hey…hey…are you alright?"

Jaune turned his head around, it…it was Lancelot, he even had a worried expression on his face, but that wasn't it, something on his mind, he- Jaune couldn't remember, something had appeared in his memories, he just can't seem to remember it, he isn't even sure if he wants to remember it.

"I…I am fine, just a little messed up, I guess?"

"Hm. Well, you would feel such a way, after all, a portion of you has been removed, it wasn't easy, but it would seem that you have no problems speaking or perhaps even showing movement? How about you run around a little, tell me how are you feeling?"

Jaune just nodded at the suggestion, perhaps he would even do some push-up and squats while he was at it.

Honestly, Lancelot was impressed once again. He purposefully did not tell Jaune the rest of the procedure, the aftermath of what happens when Lancelot used his ability, the affected person should not recover this quick.

The reason is a body just does not adapt when it's faced with sudden change, much like a new environment, it takes time for the soul and the body to readapt to the new situation presented. That would have been the case, Jaune should have been out of commission for at the least the rest of the day, however now, he seems to be doing just fine, Lancelot could see there is no stress the body is exerting, and whatever it is, even his soul is calm.

Even Lancelot would take a few minutes to readjust to the changes that occurred to a body, similarly how a body feels when a prosthetic is attached to the nerves for the first time, a person doesn't get exactly used to it from the get-go.

Lancelot observed as Jaune did push-ups which were followed by squats.

Perhaps, could it be that Jaune had a traumatic past? He faced with domestic violence so much that his mind has adapted to anything that would occur without complaint, that his mind would accept anything and any situation without complain…but that would mean Jaune would have his aura unlocked from a very young age, and according to Jaune his aura was unlocked during initiation and before that Jaune simply had no knowledge of aura or its application.

This does not make sense, perhaps he should query about Jaune's past from Jaune himself and not make assumptions, it is possible that he might be hiding his deeply scarred past and monsters, abusive parents, and toxic household.

"No, my parents and sister love me very much, why would you ask such a question?"

Not the answer Lancelot was expecting.

"No, what I meant to ask was, did you have any childhood…tra-bad experience? Something that would have hurt you deeply?"

"I mean I used to get bullied a lot, but that's all. That's all of it, I had the support of my parents and my siblings, yes, they did not want me to be a hunter and they denied me any form of training, apart from simple calisthenics, after which one night, I took the family heirloom Crocea Mors and ran, after which you know the story."

Indeed. From the looks of it, Jaune did not have any lying undertone, he doesn't seem to be even hiding something. No, from the moment Lancelot saw Jaune, he knew the kid can't lie, so no traumatic past, but still…it didn't sit well with Lancelot, then the other explanation for Jaune's quick adaptability ability would only be that he is talented.

That's it, he is a natural-born aura user who has a very strong will. If that's the case, then what pipe dream Jaune thinks he has, won't be an unachievable dream.

Interesting. Once again, Lancelot is impressed with Jaune, he won't tell him that of course, but perhaps teaching Jaune would be fun for the old man.

"Alright Jaune, tell me how are you feeling now?"

Jaune once again does a little bit of shadow boxing, few jumps.

"I am feeling fine, there are no problems with my muscle movement, I can even properly control the aura around my body."

"Did you try using the basic sword and shield stance that you had been doing since you came here?"

"I did and I will be realistic about it, I was a bit skeptical for it to actually work, however, my muscles don't remember it. I can try replicating it, but it is very- very hard as if my body is trying to state that…whatever it is I am doing is foreign or rather something my body and soul does not want? Do you get it?"

Lancelot nodded in return, he understood what Jaune was trying to state, "Yes, I understand, it's like you are trying to fit in clothes that are serval times bigger or smaller than you, isn't it?"

Jaune clicked his fingers, "Exactly, that's how it feels, however…this brings me to the next question, how should I, make my techniques?"

Fair question. "Jaune, when there is a desire to learn, you are always open to the greatest of the changes. In order for it to embrace those, for you to truly shine, there only one thing I can say."

"W-what is it?" Jaune's eyes shone, finally, it was time, to create something new for his own self.

"Well…"

[Part-2]

Jaune was now following Pitou, the sabretooth Faunus…they almost left the outskirts of Camelot leaving the walls behind. So, the surroundings of Camelot are just filled with different types of Grimm, and Jaune was amazed that no- not a single Grimm attack has been filed, since the time of King's father's duration. That was an incredible feat, something that even Jaune wanted to know more about, perhaps he could ask Pitou- come to think of it, he hadn't talked much to Pitou, he had seen her around Lancelot's house, but he hasn't made any means of communicating with the person.

"So, Pitou, is it okay to ask some questions to you?"

"You don't like comfortable silence?" the answer was shot right back which made Jaune shut his mouth. Well, it would seem that the efforts to make any form of conversation with Pitou would be useless, she is like Blake, doesn't want to talk much.

"Go ahead, I was kidding, don't take stuff seriously."

Or not, well Jaune still can't catch whether people are joking with him or not, but now there is time for open conversation, perhaps this would be better to get to know about Camelot if he intends to stay here for a longer period of time.

"So, the Grimm surrounding Camelot never attack the place, any reason why?"

"Do you know what a hereditary semblance is?" Pitou countered questioned Jaune instead who was taken aback but answered it anyway.

"Yes, semblance very similar to the Schnee family, right?"

"Well, yes but not exactly correct. Just because it is hereditary does not mean every member of the family would have the same attributes."

This kind of confused Jaune, hereditary means the same type that has been passed down, isn't it?

Perhaps Pitou understood what Jaune wanted to say, "You see, when a child is born, they have both the traits of mother and father, may it be looks, way of working or even certain types of behavior. It's the same with hereditary semblance, they have the same application of use but they are not the same as the original, get it?

Did he?

"Just as the child has taken looks from their parents, but they will grow up to look and behave different?"

"That is correct. So, it's the Pendragon hereditary semblance that defends the country."

"What is their semblance?"

"None of your business."

Fair enough. Pitou won't tell the King's semblance to Jaune, he is the king compared to him, he is nothing. Well, it was worth the ask.

Perhaps it would be better to maintain the silence, Pitou does not seem to be the type of person who would waste their time by talking. She looks like a proper business type of woman, Jaune wondered if he offended her somehow, what could she be thinking about him?

'Why isn't he talking back? Did I screw up once again? A nice conversation was going on and you just had to ruin it with your words Pitou, great job, hon, no one usually talks to you, and now, when someone took the first initiative you ruin it. Great people skills.' And Pitou's mind was under the case of self-berating, because why not?

No one is perfect after all.

'Alright Pitou, think, I need to work on people skills…so what's next? I am really bad at starting a conversation, what should I do now? Did my last statement come out as condescending? Goddamnit!'

"D…Do you want to ask about something else?"

Jaune looked up, and from his expression, he looked visibly relaxed.

"I am sorry, Pitou…I thought I kind of offend you so, I kept quiet."

Does she come off like that? Is this the reason people avoid her? She is after all a unique kind of Faunus, someone who has all the traits of the respective animals they take after. She has canines, a tail and additional ears…similar to Mereoleona, where Pitou is a sabretooth Faunus, Mereoleona is a Saber Faunus.

As such even in the Faunus community, they are not addressed with much kindness, being well tainted one.

"No…it's okay, it's just due to my features and demeanor, I am often perceived as someone who is unapproachable."

"…. What features?"

Pitou blinked. Once. Twice. The look on Jaune Arc's face was of pure confusion, it would seem that he truly did not realize what Pitou meant, is he perhaps playing dumb? Or Jaune Arc is dumb?

"What I meant was my Faunus features? I have additional features…unlike normal Faunus who have singular ones?"

"Eh? Is it that much of a difference? I mean…in the end, does it change what kind of person you are on the inside?"

Pitou paused walking.

"Wait…then why did you stop talking?"

"Because I thought…. I offended you?"

Pitou couldn't hold her laughter.

"Eh…Pitou?"

She smiled as she finally resumed the pace towards their destination. What do you know, the kindred soul still exists? it's just that the soul is a bit dorky, but that's one of the cute traits.

"Don't worry Jaune, perhaps having you around would be fun after all, but it's a shame that you won't stay for a long time."

Jaune couldn't help but think, for the first time Pitou might be talking about something ominous, she must be alluding to something…which he isn't catching upon.

"What…what do you mean by that?"

"I mean after your loss; you would leave right?"

"…After reaching the top 20? Yeah, I will."

"No, I meant before that."

Jaune blinked once. Twice. Thrice. What? What did she mean? Will, he not make past preliminaries? Normally, perhaps he would have not questioned whatever the person usually says to Jaune, but he wants to know…he needs to know what this meant, as such he asked- "What do you mean by that?"

"By what?"

"Before reaching the top 20?"

"Oh, you would never make it to the top 20."

Ouch. Was she joking? Or was she damn serious? It is difficult to read her, Jaune isn't the best when it comes to reading people, but whatever she is saying, had to be a joke right? If it is, it's a bad one.

"You shouldn't joke like that?"

"Whoever said I was joking, I meant it when I said, you won't be making it to the mark you have set up for yourself."

"I am working to achieve that."

"It's the very same saying there is only a day remaining for exams and you have not studied anything yet, however, you expect to score more than 90. It's simply impossible, you will not make it that far, you might be talented…but there is only so much talent can do before you break and once you meet the others you would be facing, you will realize that your hard work and your so-called talent wouldn't amount to anything. It's just the rules of nature in a way, you cannot defeat the strong until you have plenty of training, which you lack. Self-discipline as well? Not to mention you don't have a semblance…and you don't show signs of having one any time soon. You are about to rewrite how to fight, basically, it's like a toddler learning to walk against giants who are capable of crushing. Am I wrong? You did face against Gilgamesh did you not? So, you must be able to understand what I mean."

Did he? Yes. Jaune understood what Pitou meant and as much as it hurts for him to say, she wasn't being condescended instead, she spoke as if she knew it was going to happen. He cannot blame her for that, one untrained like Jaune just can look at a veteran warrior's eye and say he would win a tournament where he has no training whatsoever. It is unbelievable and even perhaps a waste of time. So, far Jaune has only shown that he is good with aura, that's all. Thinking at a deeper level, everyone present in a tournament like this can do that too.

Will he crave in? After all, it would be easy, just go back…home, return to them as nothing more than a cheat and failure, one who has no future anymore. All, because he did not have the will to continue? Then he should have quit when he realized what he was up against. He should have quit when the bullying exceeded. He should have quit when he realized that he is the weakest among the whole generation. He should have quit when Gilgamesh nearly killed him or Lancelot slapped him with the truth.

He did not.

"Perhaps you are right. However, if I have walked this far, I intend to take it to the end, I will make my greatest weakness, my greatest strength."

This time it was Pitou who stopped in her tracks. She smirked, this guy is different, perhaps playing with him would be fun.

"You know what Jaune?"

"Hm?"

"Make it to top 20, and I will wear a collar that says Property of Jaune Arc. What do you think?"

"Isn't that racist to Faunus people? Wearing collar and such?"

"You can't be racist if you hate your own race." Pitou shot a smug look.

In response to Pitou, Jaune only showed a bitter smile, "I don't think that's how racism works."

"Wait, it does not?"

[Part-3]

Bidding Pitou farewell, Jaune made his way into the forest. So apparently the Grimm side of Camelot is divided into four parts. The forest, the riverside, the mountains, and the plains. So, Jaune needs to avoid the plains, Lancelot stated that except for plains he can fight Grimm wherever he wants. This means he is left with the forest, riverside, and mountains.

Now, the simple instruction given to him by Lancelot was-

"Jaune, do you what the essence of battle is?"

"You should know how to fight?"

"Not that dumbass. The essence of battle is a habit, it takes form in something you do, something you love. For me to elaborate on this tell me Jaune, tell me that one thing that you used to do since childhood. That one thing, that you are sure no one would beat you at. That one thing that no matter how hard it was, came to you simply. That one thing, that makes you, you. I don't fear a man who has practiced 10,000 punches, I fear the man who has practiced one punch 10,000 times. Tell me Jaune, since childhood what is it that you used to do that made you different from others? Tell me about that one habit, that made you unique."

Lancelot's gaze burned, he wished to know about that purpose that made Jaune different.

Jaune looked up gazing at the beautiful sky, he switched his sights. With high determination all-time high, he spoke with benevolent confidence.

"I used to wake up, take a shit, eat nice breakfast, go to school read comic, come back home read comic, eat, have fun with games, dinner, sleep. This was my routine."

Lancelot's face slammed hard.

"Goddamit Jaune!"

Alright, the conversation did not go well, however, that gave some incentive to what kind of fighting form should Jaune take.

Nope. He has absolutely no idea, he did not understand what Lancelot tried explaining to him. Something that comes naturally to Jaune, apart from being clumsy? Jaune realized that he doesn't really have what he would call a unique ability other than being a disappointment to people around him.

What the hell? Once again, the self-depreciation? Instead of wallowing in despair, Jaune needs to get it straight, what needs to be done…he is well already deep in the forest.

Okay. Creepy sounds and all around he could seem some red eyes blinking here and there. This is probably it, the location from where the Grimm infestation begins.

Jaune could see Beowolves, and Ursa Minor walking his way, there were also some forms of monkey Grimm, that were on the trees, however, judging from a single perspective they don't appear to have

He wore his regular armor, the make-shift shield, and finally the blade of Crocea Mors. It was time he took the stance.

Until Jaune realized he couldn't. he could not remember how Pyrrha taught him- no, the more correct variant would be, he remembers but his body isn't allowing him to work as he intends it to.

It's not Lancelot's semblance that was used on Jaune Arc. No, it was one of Lancelot's abilities, an ability he developed for what reason, in time even he forgot. He could not care about that.

This skill, ability was named Reset, it's a different application of Lancelot's semblance, but it did what it was named after.

As it is named Reset, does not make a person's memory hazy or unreadable, instead, it cuts through between the physical body and the spiritual body, forcing the spiritual body- the aura body for simple terminology, to detach the connection between muscle and mind.

It is easier that way, once with the aid of spiritual body- the action was done, Jaune for forgot how to fight. However, he did not forget what he was taught, no he remembers clearly what was taught to him, but his body won't move that way, why?

At the start of all this, Lancelot asked Jaune a question, which was regarding consent. Not the sexual kind (however, there is consent needed there as well), the term consent here had a different meaning. Jaune when agreeing to it, in a way made a pact with his spiritual body, that no matter what occurs, he would make his own way of fighting.

So, it's not that Jaune has forgotten how to fight, how he was taught to. It's just his, spiritual body his denying him access to it. Jaune's spiritual body is forcing Jaune to learn the way Jaune needs to, creating the new way Jaune has to fight. The way of the battle that would be agreed upon by both his soul and his body. It's a difficult task, only someone as capable as Lancelot could achieve it.

"You done talking in third person, Lance?"

"Shut up, Pitou."

Okay.

Things were bad. Like really bad-bad, as Jaune's teammate, Nora would say. He is nowhere near close to understanding how he should be creating a new way of fighting because for the past hour all he did was run and kill haphazardly.

There was no proper coordination in his attack, and as much as he hated the fact that he needed to create his unique way of fighting, he couldn't he had to rely on how he used to fight.

But guess what? Somehow, his body isn't allowing him to fight in that manner as if his body was refusing to work how it had trained to.

Whatever Lancelot did, it is damned effective, he really can't make himself do the moves he had learned thus far.

Swoosh~ Thunk!

A surprise attack, before Jaune could see what the damage was a Beowulf jumped at him.

With the condensed aura surrounding the blade, Jaune swung hard- swiftly cutting the Grimm's head off. However, now Jaune realizes the danger he is in.

Jaune felt a prickly sensation in his back, something hit his mind and he quickly removed his armor. What he saw surprised and kind of terrified him, there was a sting and a green substance, which he assumed was the acid, it was corroding his armor, had he been late, it would have started to corrode his skin.

Jaune switches his sights once again, Beowolves, alpha leading a pack, Ursa Major followed by the sloth of bears or Ursa Minors, he had to use the shield to defend himself from the stones thrown at him at random. Those were the acts of those monkey Grimm, and lastly, he could now see them. The Rapier wasps, the poisonous ones, perhaps also the ones who attacked with the stings.

Shit!

Jaune made a mistake, he should not have taken off his eyes, the Ursa Major had already entered near the zone, there wasn't enough time to cover the shield with aura, he had to let it go.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!

Splinters everywhere, the shield did not stand a chance, but not just that…the Ursa Major gave Jaune another hit, throwing him back and slamming him right at the tree.

"Argh!"

Jaune's aura took hit however it, did not shatter, he was grateful for that. The vision resets, the Grimm are coming for him, once again he has laid down, he has failed, and he even cannot run away. Always, a fucking failure.

At that time, it hits him once again-

Tell me that one thing that you used to do since childhood. That one thing, that you are sure no one would beat you at. That one thing that no matter how hard it was, came to you simply. That one thing, that makes you, you

The one thing that separated him from others? The one thing he was good at?

"It's amazing brother, how you do it!"

"Yeah! Teach me too, me too!"

"Well, lil' bro, give you that, no one can top that move."

"Did you see it dear?"

"At least there is something, he isn't clumsy at."

Something where he hasn't failed, something that will never fail him.

"Are you gonna stand there and laugh at me or do you wanna dance?"

"I would love to dance."

"Ren…THIS…IS HAPPENING!"

"Wait, what is happening?"

Swoosh~

Thud!

The Ursa Major's head dropped, slowly turning to ash. Even the Grimm was surprised.

The only thing that rang around the forest was the manic laughter of Jaune Arc, as he gazed at the Grimms with his blue eyes. Multiple Beowolves jumped at him but,

"Kick"

Aura induced kick, right at the weak part of the Beowulf instantly killing it,

"Step."

Backflip and the steps behind, effectively dodging the stingers' projectiles thrown by the Rapier Wasps.

"Kick."

Making a high jump and crashing it right at the skull of the alpha Beowulf, how took damage, yet didn't die. It retaliated.

"Step."

Jaune was already in midair.

"Body roll."

The spin in the midair and effectively cutting the alpha Beowulf in half, with the Crocea Mors's blade, effective ease.

Jaune smirked, he knew what his type of fighting style was, and now to head Grimm just died.

"Come on now,

You and I are gonna shine."

[Part-4]

The one thing Jaune was very good at. The one thing that could not be taken away from him, he would not lose when this activity is involved.

Dance.

Jaune from an early age was pretty flexible, his movements were fluid, the problem was, he thought he could not apply that to fighting. That he has to wear armor and take up the shield.

Jaune's body was already trained to fight differently, he just did not see it that way, or rather he thought that to be nothing more than a hindrance to actual combat.

This was the reason why his soul and body had to be forced to learn to fight when he already knew how to, it's just how the application should be made.

Dance since ancient times, is a form of battle, however, it's more of a coded form of battle. In many places where fighting was banned, for people to learn self-defense martial artists, hid the way of fighting under the banner of dance. It takes immense practice to nourish it, because it's one of the few forms of fighting where aura and physical strength are balanced out, is in harmony, and needs each other to perform actions. The battle learned through dance would require immense aura and a good connection with it.

Lancelot knew this the moment when he and Jaune faced against one another. That Jaune is one of the few people Lancelot would call an all-rounder, the fact that Jaune could not see that, or his partner, Pyrrha teaching him is absurd.

No, it was not absurd, Jaune is untrained in a sense as such him not understanding what body movements meant is plausible, however, his partner was Four-Time champion, she should have seen that, she should have figured out what Jaune would be good at, that he would be good at speed and strong strikes.

But it would seem that even the champion Pyrrha is nowhere near the fighters of the tournament, if she could not figure out a way of the warrior, how they fight with a single glance at their movements, it would mean that whoever she had been fighting at the tournament, didn't actually give her a challenge.

That, and she must also be a terrible teacher. She might be a good student, but perhaps due to her nature, she cannot be a very good teacher.

Well moving on this was the reason why Lancelot did not give Jaune a sturdy shield. Did he want Jaune to die by doing something so irresponsible? Or course not. Was Lancelot salty because Jaune is talking back to him? Yes, he is but that was not the reason why Lancelot gave Jaune a faulty shield. To Jaune, who fighting will soon be closely be based on dance, shield and armor would be nothing more than a hindrance to his movements and maneuver.

Jaune would do good using one sword, longsword his body would do just right, he would be now feeling the natural flow of the body, his aura and his physical body are now at balance, he would from now on continue to grow strong.

"Seriously Lancelot, who are you talking to?"

"This is important information."

"For whom?"

"None of your business."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…None of your business- "

"Shut up."

"…Fair enough."

Jaune was dancing, literally.

"Woohooo!"

He slid across another alpha Beowulf, and slit that beast underneath the belly. Jaune looked up, the monkey-based Grimms were still there, and he has figured out what they do. These Grimm are damn smart, he thought that only older Grimm would be smart, but he was wrong, these monkeys did not have fighting powers, but they kept signaling other Grimm to arrive here, or even used stones to attack Jaune, not to damage him, but to make sure he is distracted enough that another Grimm could attack him.

Jaune heard that.

Apart from the sound of the Grimm, it was flowing from the river. The River bed! He hatched an idea, perhaps this could work, instead of mindlessly attacking and dancing around, wasting aura…he would deal with them, at once.

Ignoring the pursers, Jaune made his way to the river bed, discreetly making sure that those damned monkeys are following him too.

That's it!

The river was near, it was really wide as well, the other side had the rest of the forest. This would mean, those monkeys won't be making any more jumps. The river bed was nearby…

Now!

Jaune twisted his body with speed, holding the blade and pouring it with aura, he made the fastest dash possible, making his way towards the trees and-

Slice!

Multiple clean cuts, the group of monkey-based Grimm were taken out. No, threat whatsoever, however, now- there would be no distraction.

"Come on now", Jaune points the blade directly at the mass of Grimm surrounding him, if it had been at the beginning of Beacon, he was sure he would have died. Now, though, it was amazing, his body is reacting how he wants it to be, in the form of dance.

"Let's dance!"

Covering the blade with aura, Jaune made his waltz, strong yet graceful, he ducked and flipped, cutting off two Beowolves at the same time.

A step back- another step, followed by a backflip allowing him to effectively dodge all the stringers of the rapier wasps.

Dash! Jaune made a run, using the head of the Ursa Major as a boost he used it to take out the wasps, the one that was about to escape he killed it using an aura-induced punch.

Gruesome. However, it was awesome as well. A single sword style, while the capability to use fists as well? Count him in!

Thus, the waltz continued, with proper maneuvering and using the riverbed to his advantage, the large mass of Grimm that came to hunt him, were now all gone, all but the last Ursa Major, it was bigger than the others, probably older, as well.

He induced aura to his blade even more, almost to the point that it shone-

"Ha!" Jaune dashed, in the counter of it the Ursa Major slammed the ground, creating a crater, almost pushing Jaune back, however, Jaune had speed on his side.

Slice!

Another speed run and a frontal jump, followed the spin of the body which cut of the Ursa Major's arm- resulting in the unfathomable screams of the Grimm. Jaune decided it would be better to capitalize on this moment and decapitate the beast. However, what he perhaps forgot at the spur of the moment that the older the Grimm is, the smarter they are-

The Ursa Major acted the way it did to give Jaune some sense of accomplishment, the moment Jaune made near contact, with its good arm the Ursa used almost all of its strength to attack Jaune resulting in him getting thrown directly at the river.

"Argh!"

Shit! Jaune got too cocky, now there was blood on his shirt, no- the torn shirt, good thing that he didn't wear his favorite hoodie today, lest it would have been destroyed. Jaune was about to move when-

He felt a presence.

Out of sheer instinct, he jumped in a different direction. His eyes now set on the attacker- a Gator. An alligator-based Grimm.

Shit! This was his first time seeing one, and judging by the location, this place would be filled by it.

The familiar sound the unearthly roar, the single-arm Ursa Major was at the edge of the riverbed, preparing to attack, Jaune- behind Jaune was the Gator who would attack him too.

A pincer attack, he's stuck in between, two Grimms- yet Jaune Arc smirked. He's stuck, not dead yet.

The Ursa Major jumped, the Gator moved its jaw- Jaune on the other hand, with perfect time, maneuvered over the Gator resulting in the Ursa attacking the Gator and the latter striking its jaw at the Ursa.

Slice!

Swift movements, and cutting off both of the Grimms' heads, Jaune felt accomplished. He looked at his chest, his aura was starting to do the work, healing him.

Jaune's gaze looks up, the sides of the forest, the river all the way leading up to the mountain. Perhaps he should visit that place.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Well, it would seem the gator wasn't alone. He had his friends and family all the way living in the river.

"Fine then, I will deal with them as I go up."

[Part-5]

{Mistral, Capital city Athens, the Olympus Household}

"Pyrrha."

"Mother."

"You would be going to Camelot, correct?"

"Yes, mother."

"While I don't expect you to win, since my prodigal son would be going there as well, I will tell you something, burn it within your heart."

"Yes…mother."

"Don't show me a bad face. I do not care what kind of celebrity you are, what you seek, does not matter, you will do as I deem fit, I decided to choose your destiny, repeat that."

"…"

"Girl, you would not wish me to repeat myself."

"…. I believe in destiny; I believe in whatever you deem fit for me…I am not capable of making my own decisions."

"As long as you know. Now, get going, don't show your face to me, unless it is needed."

"Yes…mother"

The young girl turns around, about to leave before she was interrupted.

"Listen, girl…whatever you are doing now, ads, showcase, fans, and most of all your useless dream of being a huntress. Within the next six months, I have gathered multiple suitors, I will deem which of them would be fit and you will be married off, remember your duty."

Pyrrha turned around about to protest, yet she was silenced by the heavy aura in the room. She could not see her mother in the dark, but she could feel the fear.

"Remember, I do not care about your decision, your destiny is not yours to make. You are just clay, in my hands and I will mold you to a shape that I see fit. Be grateful that you are even allowed to visit me after you pulled the stunt of not going to Haven, but Beacon. My name, Hera Olympus, is not just a name. It is Mistral itself. Elections are up, and I need to make sure that I get the most power out of the rest of the countries. As such, this marriage will aid me, the family is grateful for that, do you understand?"

"…"

"I did not hear you girl."

"…Yes...mother."

"Good, now get going girl, stop wasting space."

Pyrrha did not reply, she just simply left the room.

Pyrrha felt empty. She always felt empty, until she went to Beacon and made real friends. She wanted to resist her mother; she really did. However, she could not. Her mother was her destiny and Pyrrha had to follow her destiny.

She believed in destiny.

"Destiny? I dunno Pyrrha, I would not like it if someone is in control of my life, you know? I want to be in control of my own life."

The fond memory of her clumsy, dorky, terribly flirt, yet one of the shiniest people she ever met. Her fearless leader, Jaune Arc. When Pyrrha was near him, it felt that she could be happy, she can do whatever she wants.

She was wrong. Reality always hits hard; she cannot outrun destiny.

She cannot outrun her mother.

Pyrrha's eyes sets on the horizon, noon was slowly departing as evening made its way in, she would have enjoyed the environment more, had she not heard the mocking voice.

An annoying mocking voice, actually not one but two.

"Well, well, well…if it isn't little step-sister Pyrrha, did you get your spanking from mother already? Shame, I wanted to see you squirm a bit."

"Well, what do you expect sister from the little red outcast, seventeen and yet still not allowed to use the family's name."

Pyrrha turned around.

Her vision was met with two good-looking people. A woman with curly blonde hair, all the way down to her legs, some of the curly hairs were braided together, with cyan eyes, similar to Pyrrha's mother. Her appearance might simply be…nonexistent? She wore what seems to be a lavish golden and blue blouse that did little to hide her massive breasts, followed by the same-colored shorts? That too did little to hide her buttocks, all in all, she appeared to be an exhibitionist.

The man wore an all-black chest plate and black pteruges. He is shown to be having spiked shoulder pads that hold his cape in place and forearm cuffs that have spikes. He has a faded buzzcut and has a clean beard with a pair of red eyes, followed by a tall built muscular body.

"Aphrodite. Mars." Pyrrha acknowledged their presence, no matter how much she hated to do it.

Aphrodite took a step forwards, "I heard you would be participating in the 100 Year tournament, shame eldest brother would be taking part, that's why we can't since we respect his decision, however, it would seem you don't, oh, well…I would love to see, your humiliation. Wouldn't you agree, Mars?"

"I do. I do not understand, what compels this girl to do such stupidity when simply she should be breeding stock for the family, or perhaps, I can show her…what it means to be a woman."

Pyrrha physically recoiled looking at the leering, disgusting face of Mars, her own step-brother, internally disgusted to no end.

"She joined because she wanted to prove that she is strong, I don't see either of you two, doing any productive, except for spreading STDs everywhere, seriously, I know people have a step-sibling kink, but both of you take it way too far."

A voice that instantly flipped the mood. Pyrrha's smile came and Aphrodite and Mars's turned into a frown- nah- a scowl.

Pyrrha looked back, the man who had always supported her no matter the hard time it was.

The man who interrupted the conversation was almost someone who was in his fifties, gray hair till shoulders and the same-colored beard. His right eye had lost its color compared to his left one, which was still cyan, indicating that his right eye is useless.

"Uncle Barnabas!" Pyrrha ran towards the man, hugging him tightly, the man gently patted her back and replied,

"You look thin, Pyrrha, you haven't been eating much? Does Beacon not treat you well? Do you want me to lodge a complaint?"

"No-no, Uncle, it is fine, I'm just stressed out and a bit famished, I will recover."

"See that you do, your health comes first," Barnabas's gaze switched towards the other two members, "Even if others tell you otherwise, they can go to hell."

"That's some big words from someone who isn't a clan head, you are essential nobody Barnabas, no wonder Pyrrha flocks around you, failure attracts failure." Aphrodite spat out with venom in her tongue, however Barnabas counter that with a smirk on his face, "Nah, failure repeals failure, see, this is the reason you guys and I don't get along."

Aphrodite was red, if looks could kill Barnabas would be dead.

"Leave it be sister. Let's not waste time on some multi-colored dick." Ares fired, trying to console Aphrodite, however Barnabas-

"Of course, it's a multi-colored dick, it has all the shade of your girlfriend's lipstick."

Pyrrha wanted to laugh. She really did. She would definitely do it once she enters her room.

It was a two vs two teams. Both Aphrodite and Mars looked like they were out for blood and willing to kill Barnabas for ruining their so-called sibling reunion.

However, even before either of the party could say anything else, a powerful voice stopped them.

"Enough."

The four of them went stiff, their shoulders became cold as the owner of the voice showed his presence. The man was handsome, with dark red hair similar to Pyrrha and cyan eyes, however, his presence was commanding, much-much more commanding.

Hera Olympus's favored child, Lucius Tiberius Olympus.

"If lollygagging is all of you are good for, then get out of this place." Lucius took a step forward as his gaze switched to Pyrrha and Barnabas.

"I heard what you were planning Pyrrha. I did tell mother that it would be a bad idea, you would fail, but let's give you a chance and see that what could you possibly achieve. After all, this won't be like Sanctum, where most of your competitors did not even have a semblance."

Lucius took another step forward now his gaze fell on Aphrodite and Ares, "You both realize that it is I that need to cover what both of you do behind the doors of bedroom…even though both of you are siblings?"

"But brother- "

"Silence. Do not utter that word wench, I did not permit either of you to speak to me. Now, disperse all of you, before I make you all."

{Camelot, Outskirts}

Oh, he could see the snow-covered mountains. It would be fun to climb.

Jaune looked around, pretty happy with himself, all the way to the uphill, Jaune did not take any damage, apart from the scratch that the older Ursa Major gave him. Now, it's gone and there are no scars as well, perhaps he did move away just a bit in time, to take no lethal damage. Out of stamina? No, perhaps he is around seventy percent, yet Jaune was feeling great, he could take on anything now, to test his limits.

Voooooooooooooooooom!

Hm? Jaune looked around, it was as if the earth rumbled.

Vooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!

Definitely, rumbling of the earth? An earthquake, now? Here?

Dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!

Jaune looked up.

Shit!

It was not an earthquake; the earthquake could have been better…that isn't.

The cliff of the mountain shook, cracks appearing around everywhere. The monstrous figure finally revealed itself.

Jaune could say he has seen big Grimms, many of them, but this? He has not seen anything like this, before.

A…a wyvern-based Grimm? A wingspan so big, it would seem the night has appeared, no matter how Jaune was doing he can't take something like this and live, the only way is-

The Wyvern's gaze switched towards Jaune.

Chills!

His back became cold- just like previously, out of instinct, he put the blade behind him-

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!

The land felt as if it vibrated, the Wyvern Grimm, was now definitely going to kill Jaune, wasting no time- he dashed.

He poured as much aura as he could towards his legs, in doing so he his upper body was feeling pain and fatigue, which he did not understand the reason for, has all the fighting till now made its way and causing him fatigue?

Shit! Not good!

Doooooooooooooooon!

Not good, that Wyvern was shooting ice blasts now? Grimm is supposed to do that? That's a bit too much, however, shelving the complaint for later, he made it past the point where he last fought the Ursa Major and Gator and its group. He had to move far, far away!

Dooooooooooooooooooon!

Shit! It's luck that the forest is surrounding, or else, that claw would have grabbed Jaune by now.

Huh? Wait!

Jaune looked ahead, there…there was no continuation, the speed of the river even increased, Jaune exactly knew what that was-

He looked up, the Wyvern about to launch another ice blast.

Shit!

Jaune chose his fate.

Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!

Moments before the attack hit the targeted location Jaune jumped off the overhang of the waterfall, falling free dipping right inside the plunge pool.

Oof.

Jaune could now feel his legs, core, and upper body in pain. It was as if someone had forcefully stretched his muscles and it was hurting like bitch.

Jaune swam up, his eyes on the overhang of the waterfall. The blue eyes met large red ones, glaring down on Jaune.

If the Wyvern attacks now, Jaune would have no way of defending himself. He would be dead, and sure enough, the damned beast prepared for attack.

Jaune was about to die. He really did not know what to do.

Perhaps this is one of the times, the fates favored him, even before the Wyvern could launch the attack, two large arms gripped its wings.

Wait, what?

Two large arms?

Jaune blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

No, those were not arms…they had scales on them and clawed hands.

The Wyvern was squirming until-

Crunchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A jaw twice as big as the Wyvern Grimm, ripped apart the Wyvern's neck with effective ease, for a moment Jaune did not understand what was going on. One moment, the Wyvern Grimm was killing, the other one…it just killed but what killed it?

Jaune saw that and yet perhaps refused to believe it.

The jaw, that beast which was twice as big as the Wyvern Grimm, it had white scales all over its body, no the scales shone like white- however, the beast had a metallic body. The beast looked magnificent. Finally, Jaune could see its yellow eyes.

The wings. The limbs. The jaw. The body of a beast and not a Grimm.

Lancelot was right, the mythical creature did exist.

In front of him, that appeared to have saved Jaune's life, was a dragon!

The dragon, it's real and it killed the Wyvern Grimm without much trouble as well. If only, it could let Jaune go, then he would be eternally grateful.

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!

The dragon roared! Compared to the Wyvern's this was more majestic, it was as if it demanded respect, however, to Jaune, he felt he was about to die once again and so swam away as fast as he could without caring whatever came in his way-

And-

"Oof!"

He hit someone and both of them, toppled and fell, who was here in this forest, except for him? He didn't care he has to get…this…person…out as well…

Jaune gulped as his eyes slowly moved downwards, naked fair thighs, where Jaune's right arm was. Slowly going up to the wait, not too thin nor too thick- just perfect, followed by midriff, smooth belly with an abs structure but no hard on abs, going a further little up, breasts that could make Yang hide in shame, and such beautiful color of pink. The smooth collar bone, which was being complimented by the wet body, a little above, and the person had blonde hair too, albeit a bit brighter than his. Rosy lips and finally forest green eyes, such soothing color, made Jaune forget about the threat.

"Hello there, stranger, name's Artoria."

A/n: -

So, now Jaune's training is progressing, hope he does good. I made a new story for Pyrrha, since, as I said, the MC is Jaune, but everyone will get equal amount of focus.

As someone in the reviews said, that since I have taken inspiration from Chivalry of the failed Knight, there should be one pairing. I agree, one pairing would be easy to do and all- but, I want to do a good harem and not just half ass harem, where all of them fuck Jaune because that is the case. No! I want a realistic harem that I would write, a harem that would be accepted by the people of Remanent and the readers as well.

One of the reviewers even figured out Roman Torchwick's semblance, fucking how?

Did you like Uncle Barnabas? I love Uncle Barnabas.

Story Notes: -

Appearance of Aphrodite is based from- Aphrodite from Smite

Mars appearance is based from- Ares from Blood of Zeus

Lucius Tiberius's appearance is based from- Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver

Pteruges- means skirts worn by Greek/Roman soldiers