Authors note: Sup guys! It's been quite some time since I updated hasn't it…..again. More than a month huh? Well, at least not 3 months like before so hey, that's an improvement right?

Okay, jokes aside, sorry everyone for the slow update again. Now I could make lots of excuses and what not about that and why next chapters go so slow but a lot more than that, I want you to know that the reasons why chapters aren't coming as fast as one would desire, aren't because I don't enjoy to write this fic anymore. And in no way in hell will I drop this writing unfinished. Honestly, I have had quite a blast writing this story so far and I don't think it will change any time soon.

And I truly want you to know that.

Why? Well…..I just, I dunno, I just want you to know that I truly wasn't expecting so much love for the story, so many followers, favs, reading reviews all that really cracks a smile on my face.

And so, I just wanted to let you know that this story will advance, albeit slowly, but it will.

Also, besides that I wanted to say that this chapter will be traveling into..well dangerous grounds maybe I should say. Now, please don't have the wrong idea. It's not like I will do something super drastic or something, sort of anyway, but I will change a few story elements from the original story into the ones which will fit in nicely with my own.

That's what I mean by dangerous grounds. And that might really pull off some of you. I mean the idea of Jaune being a boxer already is quite a dangerous path to take as a writer, but for this one, and I should say the upcoming chapter as well, I will do a few….interesting tweaks with certain story elements and that, if not done right, can completely mess up the story.

Anyways, again, I am rumbling about all this stuff when in fact, I should just shut the fuck up, let you read the chapter, and then hear your thoughts about it.

Yea, that sounds about right.

Behind Arc's name

''...Eh?...'' Was all Pyrrha could say at this point as the words she heard from Jaune there definetely not the ones she hoped to hear. Her expression being a textbook example of ''Wot'' face, Amazon hoped that she simply misheard her knight.

Sadly though, no luck there as Jaune did repeat himself but that only confirmed that her hearing, unfortunately, wasn't at fault. It really was nothing but simple invitation to his 'old place'.

''So...will you go with me?'' Jaune patiently waited for her to answer.

Sigh….

(It's Jaune alright.)

Pyrrha said to herself, not knowing whenever to cry or laugh about the antics of her leader. For this occasion though, she decided to use the middle ground. Putting up a half assed smile, she adjusted her look to the blonde ''Jaune, you don't have to get so flustered over a simple invitation.'' She said, and just like many times before, placed her hand over Jaunes.

''I know it's just-'' Blonde was almost embarresed to admit ''You see...well I have never really invited anyone to my house before so it's my first time.''

''O-oh.'' Now that, Pyrrha had to admit, she wasn't expacting to hear that. But that quickly rose a question in her mind.

''But why?'' It didn't take long of her to ask.

She noticed how Jaunes mouth opened as he wanted to say something right away, but then shut it down as if deciding how to word his sentence correctly. But the more he thought about it, the lower his look went, all the more did his eyes flicker with pain, and all the more did it seem like he didn't want to say anything at all.

Whatever the reason was, it was serious and beyond personal to him.

Feeling guilty she even asked, Pyrrha tried to drop the matter.

''Forget it Jaune, I don't need to-''

''It's alright.'' Blonde interrupted her, his face already looking a lot calmer, ''If it's you-'' he placed his own hand over hers ''It's alright.''

His face now decorated with a smile which showed his unquestionable trust for her.

Now feeling flustered herself, Amazon settled with a simple ''Okay.''

''To say in short, I don't...well...I don't get along with some of my relatives, especially...especially my mother so you know,it would be quite awkward to invite friends to my place."

Jaune finished it with a forced laugh.

Honestly...

If not for the fact that her hands were interwined with Jaunes, Pyrrha would have slapped herself pretty damn good but since it was the case, all she could do was mentally bitchslap herself.

(Seriously, don't jump on your guns so fast.) Pyrrha had to remind herself.

No wonder it took so much out of Jaune to ask her out.

It wasn't just a simple invitation. It was like Jaune gave her a chance to explore unknown territories of his personal life, which he did not want to share with just about anyone.

Only very few were allowed to go in there, or maybe not even that much. Just maybe, it was only Pyrrha who could.

"But are you sure you want me go with you?"

Amazon needed to make sure that her knight was absolutely sure of his decision.

"Of course it is." He said like it was no big deal at all.

Hearing that, Pyrrha felt how her mouth corners went slightly upwards as the faith her partner held to her, was rear to find.

"Then it's settled, we will visit this old place of yours." She said while still keeping her smile.

"Heh," Jaune cracked a smile of his own, "I should have known from the beginning that I could count on you."

"Of course you can. That's why I am the best." Pyrrha giggled slightly.

For some reason, Blondes eyes went a little bit lower hearing that.

Pyrrha noticed that and couldn't understand what was wrong. It wasn't like he looked sad, more like bothered about something.

"Is something wrong?" Amazon leaned slightly closer to her partner.

Knight looked at her, then lowered his eyes again.

(I know you would want a bit more but…)

Blonde raised his look again "Pyrrha, I know this won't be much but…"

And before going in, Jaune moistered his lips so they would be just that little bit more tender, and then just went for it.

From Pyrrhas perspective, it all happened in just about few frames. First one there Jaune was sitting motionless, second one when he suddenly looked up and said something and then, the third one where all of a sudden he was so close that Redhead could even smell his scent.

At first, Pyrrha was almost sure that Jaune wanted to whisper her something as the position was right, but something warm being pressed against her skin told her otherwise.

Only when Jaune backed off a bit did Amazon realize that yes, oh by the dust YES, her knight actually gave her a kiss. Maybe it was only on a cheek but still, there was no mistaking that Jaune actually kissed her.

For her surprise though, before she could even properly react to it, much less comment on it, Jaunes figure was already half hidden behind the door frame.

"I'll go and call the doctor so he could check you out." Blonde spoke in a rather calm, but rushed manner. Then he was sort of ready to leave but after taking just one step, his muscles stiffened.

"Jaune…" He heard her soft voice.

Obviously, she would have at least a comment or two about the kiss, but he didn't want to discuss that. At least not right now. So before she would say anything further, Jaune had to be the first one to say something.

So many sentences ran through his head, so much did he want to say to her, want her to know, to realize, yet amidst all that, he settled with a single word. But in this case it meant so very much that it was almost overwhelming to say it.

"Thanks." He said with the most genuine of smiles before closing the doors behind him.

"He just left." She stated the obvious.

Honestly, Pyrrha didn't know how to exactly feel about this. Obviously, she was happy that her knight finally gave her a kiss, but she really had to question his reasons for doing so. Maybe he only did that as a 'thanks' for her agreeing to go with him. After all, it was the last thing blonde said before leaving. But then again, it would be a bit overstretched for someone like Jaune to go such lengths so maybe, just maybe he moved his body not out of partnership or friendship, but something else.

If only it would be the case…

Yet as much as the redhead wanted to know the answer, she didn't and wouldn't unless Jaune would tell her and that sure as hell didn't seem like something she could depend on. But whatever the case was, the sensation of Jaunes tender lips being pressed against her skin felt beyond pleasant, and it was enough for some time being. So there was only one last regret lingering in her heart.

Her look frozen at the door, she pressed her legs against the chest and bent her head over the knees.

(You clumsy idiot, you didn't even let me to kiss you back.)

Yet instead of sulking over that, a light giggle escaped in the air as Pyrrha promised that one of those days Jaune wouldn't get away from her like that, and then she would pay him back ten fold.

In her own way of course.

Few hours later.

As expected, Pyrrhas medical examination went well and she was free to go. After that, they went to their dormitory room where they changed their clothing into something a bit more casual.

While still being there, both Ren and Nora asked if they were going somewhere to which Jaune promised that he would explain everything later. Both teammates agreed on that and waived them off and wished luck on their journey.

After that, they went to Ozpins cabinet to inform the headmaster that they would leave the school grounds for a day or two if necessary.

"Could I at least be informed to where you'll be gone?" Ozpin asked.

"My hometown, 'Spirits of free' " Jaune answered.

"Paying a visit to home I see."

"Yea."

Of course, Ozpin wanted to know why so suddenly, and even more importantly why he needed Pyrrha to go along with him, but decided to leave those details as they were, unknown.

"Well then, Mr. Arc, Ms. Nikos, you are free to go. " He bowed ever so slightly.

"Thank you." They both said before leaving.

Now, with all of that done, all they had to do was one more thing.

Fly.

Son of a…

While perfectly fine with Pyrrha, Jaune wasn't too happy about the idea. Oh well, not like there was anything he could do about that. Just had to endure it.

Though to be honest, it wasn't that bad actually as seeing how pale Jaune looked, Pyrrha suggested that he should rest his head on her lap.

Which he gladly did of course.

So now, after going through all that trouble, both of them were already half way to the 'Spirits of free'. And that's about all Pyrrha knew so far about the place, just the name and that it was located in southern region of Vale.

Though Pyrrha now knew why Jaune talked so very little about his home. Being on bad terms with your parent is a heavy burden to bear, so amazon didn't blame her knight one bit that he gave her so very little information.

Besides, that didn't matter that much anyway as she would soon find out herself just what kind of place was Jaunes hometown, the place where he spend most of his childhood.

And with that mindset in tact and Jaune resting motionless on her lap, since amazon didn't have anything better to do, she went back to the little scene in the hospital room. And all the possible reasons behind it.

As far as asking Jaune goes, just as she anticipated, it was out of the option as her knight acted way too casual after their first little kiss and she knew that if being asked, blonde would simply dance around the subject or even worse, all it would do is create a really awkward tension between them.

Or maybe…..she really was overthinking that little scene to begin with and it was nothing more than a kind gesture from Jaunes side.

Though given his personality it seemed unlikely. A hug or a pat on the shoulders she could understand, but a kiss, even if it was just a peck on the cheek seemed a bit too much for him.

So that could mean…

Pyrrha ran her fingers through the blondes hair, her heartrate increased by a beat or two as in amazons mind, it really seemed that the most logical conclusion she could make, was also the most positive one.

But really, before anyone would want to comment on it, Pyrrha herself knew perfectly well that her thinking so much over a little, simple kiss on the cheek was quite immature, and it seemed like something that only a teenage girls who were helplessly in love with someone would do. But wasn't she close to that? And did it even matter?

Pyrrha loved Jaune wholeheartedly and didn't fight that fact one bit, nor she even tried to.

Anyways, this whole thing went on for so long that Pyrrha didn't even notice that they arrived at the final destination until a feminine voice on the speakers loudly and clearly stated "Welcome to your final destination 'Spirits of free'. We hope you enjoyed your flight and please, feel free to use our services again. Have a nice day!"

"Seems like we arrived." Jaune said, albeit a bit weakly as he still felt the effects of the flight.

"It seems so," Pyrrha said.

"Then let's move on."

"Okay."

Helping Jaune to get up, they slowly advanced out of the ship and onto the sweet ground.

It only took Jaune a few glances that yes, this indeed was his hometown. And he already could see plenty of memories surfacing right before his eyes. Some pleasant, some not.

"Yep, this is my home," He exclaimed.

Pyrrha looked at the general direction Jaune was looking and…..wow…..just…wow. Now, Amazon knew that Arcs household was quite wealthy but certainly not to this magnitude.

Solid mansions no less, their size so great that redhead had to twist her neck just to take in all the buildings standing before her eyes. Each bigger than the last one, they all were painted in bright, vivid colors. Their outer appearance masterfully crafted in unique, beautiful ways. Their windows perfectly displaying the insides, which seemed to be just as beautiful as the outer appearance, if not even more. And albeit all the mansions were decorated differently, they perfectly mashed together.

"Your home is….quite big I see." Pyrrha didn't know what else to say.

"You think so?" Jaunes tone was truly questioning. "I mean it's not small but…."

"Jaune, maybe since you have lived there for most of your life, it doesn't seem special to you, but most people can't afford…..that." She simply pointed at the massive buildings.

Jaune followed her finger and soon realized what she was talking about. Though the moment he did he couldn't help but to giggle slightly.

"Pyrrha, you got it all wrong, that's not where I live. Those are my neighbors." Then he pointed at the house besides all of those huge constructions. "That is where I live."

Pyrrha looked at the direction Jaune was showing her to and…..

"Oh." Was Pyrrhas reaction.

In all honesty, if redhead had to describe the house itself, all she needed would be a single word.

Plain.

But not just any kind of plain, but the one which actually made the house stand out…somehow, anyhow.

In all seriousness though, it was a two story cottage based house with a wooden carcass, two white windows on each side, three if you count in the upper ones. The walls themselves were painted in brown. And if not careful, you could easily miss the main entrance as the doors were painted with the same color as the walls, just different tone. Rooftop colored in gray, and a chimney sticking out.

And that's it.

O-oh but it had a garden too. With apple trees and potato plants it seemed. Flowers too if you looked closely.

At least the house looked quite spacy and well kept as it had at most a few cracks here and there in the paint.

"So..what do you think?" Jaune asked.

Pyrrha took a few more glances before answering "It maybe doesn't stand out much, but I still think it looks quite nice." She said in all honesty.

Redhead was simply surprised at first because of her first, false impression that Jaune lived in those huge mansions, but besides that she honestly didn't think much of his home. It looked like it was well taken care of, had just enough space and the rest didn't matter that much. Besides, Pyrrha wasn't someone who would judge a person by the place they lived in to begin with.

"Then, shall we go in?"

"Sure." Pyrrha said, although she felt slight tension.

"Okay, though….you know…you can let me go." Jaune said as he was still leaning on Pyrrhas shoulders.

"Oh, okay." And so she let him go.

After that, amazon was ready to go but just after half a step stopped in her tracks as to her surprise, she felt how Jaune crossed his fingers with hers.

"Though for safety measures I suppose…." He gazed at her, looking for a hopeful answer.

"Sure." Pyrrha said before even thinking.

So finally, they were ready to visit Jaunes place.

For as long as the walk lasted, Pyrrha took that time to inspect their surroundings.

'Spirits of free'

Interesting name she had to admit. And more or less, it looked like the landscape lived up to that name as the grounds they were on, were somewhat isolated from outer world and its troubles. Sure, Pyrrha could see that kilometers 2 or 3 far away, there was a mass of rooftops indicating that there indeed was a city. But their exact location was surrounded with walls of trees which grew up to an honorable length, giving a place a sort of secured feel to it.

"Okay, we're here." Jaune exclaimed, getting back Pyrrhas attention as they were standing in front of the main entrance, his heartrate slightly increased.

Pyrrha too, felt a little bit nervous but was the first one to address that they should just go in as she knew that the more they would stand around, the harder it would be to take that final step.

"Okay," Jaune nodded, as shortly after his hand reached for the doorknob and with a slight click, they opened up.

To no surprise, the first part was a lengthy hallway/corridor. On each side of it, 2 or 3 doors stood out, each leading to its respective room. As far as its decorations go, it had a few weapon stands placed on it. Their resemblance to Jaunes combat arms unmistakable. Swords, war axes, maces. All fairly ordinary, but at the same time simple to use in combat. Seemed like that's what Arc weapons were going for, simple in design, but practical on the battlefield. But not only did the weapons made the hallway livelier, a few photos as well, though from this angle, Pyrrha couldn't make out what was on them.

(Family photos) Pyrrha though was most likely the answer.

"Anybody home?" Jaune raised his voice a little bit as they stepped in his property.

Only answer to that was a dead silence.

"Anybody?" Knight tried again.

Still, no answer.

"Maybe no one is home yet?" Pyrrha suggested.

"No, that's impossible." Jaune stated. There had to be someone.

"Hey! Someone is ho-"

"El Jauney…?" Suddenly, from their left, were a staircase was, an unfamiliar voice for Pyrrha, reached out.

Both turning their looks to where the voice was coming from, they saw an elder man, well in his sixties, maybe even seventies.

At first, Pyrrha couldn't make it out why the man's face looked strangely familiar as it was hidden under an honorable beard, plus the wrinkles.

But it didn't take long before amazon realized why the old man's features looked so similar to some ones. His eyes. Deep, blue like an ocean, there was no mistaking it. Those were the same eyes Jaune had. Maybe a little bit paler from the old age, but still, the same as her knights.

And then the rest looked a lot familiar too.

His build, quite heavy and even despite the age, still looked powerful and ready to fight. Hairstyle, almost identical to Jaunes, though not as thick. Face in general, was almost a mirror copy of blondes, but it had a few wrinkles covering it, cheeks were slightly tugged lower and he had a few battle scars covering his left side.

And of course, his gorgeous, blue eyes.

"Old pops….." Jaunes voice was almost a whisper, so soothing, so soft.

Just mere two words, yet they already displayed his great affection to the elder man.

"El Jauney…" Man's voice got softer too, and his pace increased rapidly. By the end of it, he was almost sprinting to his grandchild's side, his arms immediately wrapping around Jaunes shoulders, holding him preciously.

"El Jauney, it's really you!" Old man cried out.

"Old pops!" Jaune too, cried out in joy, his own arms wrapping around his grandfather's waist.

"Oh so long has my heart wished to see your face." Old Arc couldn't help but to feel sentimental.

"Yea, I missed you too, well…some of you anyway." Jaune unwillingly remembered a certain person's face.

"Still holding a grudge I see." Old pops backed off a bit, but still held his arms on his grandson's shoulders. "Not that I could blame you." Man felt sharp pain admitting that.

Jaunes answer was a solemn side look and intentionally or not, but he searched for Pyrrhas hand which when found, took in his own.

"But please, let's not dig up the bad." Old Arc suggested. Heavy talk wasn't, after all, the first thing he wanted to share with his long gone younger son. "That surely isn't the reason you came here for, correct?"

"No, it's not." Jaune looked back at his grandfather.

"But really El Jauney, what winds bring you here?"

"Well I…." Jaune stumbled, not knowing where to start exactly.

While his son was searching for the right words to say, Old pops finally paid some more attention to the partner Jaune broad along. Sure, he noticed her from the very beginning but was too mesmerized by the fact that his only grandson visited him to care enough about her, but now, really giving her an eye….and the way they were holding hands like that….

Man's features moved upwards. "Oh, oh, ho, ho, ho my boy, so the time has finally come." Old Arc moved closer to Pyrrha.

Jaune only raised an eyebrow.

"Young love," He bowed slightly, placing his hand over heart, "It truly was not intended of me to be so rude to you so please, accept my apologies." He offered her a handshake.

"Oh no, don't be." She brushed it off, gladly taking his hand.

(What a fine strength she has in her grip.) Old pops noted (Albeit she has no weapon by waist, her arms have probably been holding one for quite some time.)

"Young love, could you please me with your name?" He asked after breaking the handshake.

"Pyrrha Nikos," She answered politely.

"Pyrrha Nikos…."Old pops repeated after her, his gaze still strongly locked on her features. Although her clothing didn't reveal much of her skin, her broad shoulders alone were enough to strengthen the guess that she indeed, has been trained in combat and worth to mention, her beautiful, red hair. The color of compassion, strength, fierceness and so much more, but everything related to warriors path and great lovers too.

Great Arc couldn't help but to smile looking at his son's partner. So little he knew about her, yet already liked her so very much.

"As for my name, please, you can call me Adalard."

"Mr. Adalard," Pyrrha said.

"Oh no, not so formal."

"Sorry," she apologized.

"No need." He brushed it off.

Truly, with such a short time passing, she indeed left a spectacular first impression on the old man.

Whenever it was absolute truth or not, but she really seemed worthy of every man's affection. And to think that….

Old man's smile grew even wider.

"El Jauney," He turned to his grandchild "I know that you have had some unpleasant memories buried in your own homeland, but I wish, please, it would truly warm this old heart of mine if the ceremony would take place in our sacred lands but…..I will understand if you have already decided on different grounds to be."

"Ceremony?"

"Yes, and also, don't worry about money. We maybe aren't as wealthy as our ancestors used to be but surely, have more than enough to take care of both of your upcoming expenses."

Not only Jaune, but Pyrrha too didn't quite catch the old man's drift, although Jaune had a suspicion of what his grandfather was getting so excited about.

"Old pops, what kind of ceremony are you talking about?"

For a second, Great Arc looked surprised that his son would even ask.

"Your upcoming marriage of course." He said with conviction.

Being stunned, the pair couldn't even respond to that right away.

"But I have to say my boy, that's one fine woman you got under your wing. I am delighted to no end that you were able to win over such fine goddesses heart." He shook his head in sheer blissfulness.

"Old pops…." Jaune was almost physically hurt to crush his grandfather's hopes, seeing him so happy like that.

"I think you misunderstood, Pyrrha and I….we're not getting married." He felt his heart clenched saying that.

Oddly though, man's smile didn't disappear. Maybe slightly confused, he blinked twice and then laughed a bit.

"Old age sure has affected my hearing, what did you say my boy?"

Jaune felt even more hurt to repeat it again, "Pyrrha and I…..we're not getting married…..w-we aren't even like…together, much less getting married." Saying the last part was the greatest regret to him and Pyrrha's face told the same story as their looks crossed for a split second.

As for Old pops, now it was his turn to be completely left speechless. Mouth shut down, he didn't know what to say.

Sure, maybe he jumped on his sword too fast with the whole marriage but at least, seeing them together like that he was sure that his son has pledged his heart to the girl.

But winds seemed to turn the other way.

Or at least Jaunes words so implied.

"O-oh, so I was mistaken." Old pops didn't know what else to say.

"Yea…" Jaune confirmed.

After a short, silent moment, Great Arc raised his voice again, "But if so, then what's the true reason of your visit as I am sure that you have one."

"For now, can we just go inside?" Jaune asked as they were still standing in the corridor.

"More than welcome." Old pops said before leading the way to his room.

As they were still walking, Pyrrha leaned closer to her knight's ear, "Your grandfather seemed very pleased of the idea of me being your wife." She whispered, hardly even trying to hide the excitement of the said idea.

"Yea, seems like he likes you a lot."

"Then…I guess we already have his blessing in case we do get married." She laughed at the end, trying to make it seem like more of a joke.

Jaune wanted to say something to that, but left his mouth shut, leaving the conversation half finished.

Shortly after, doors clicked and all three of them were now standing in the older Arc's room.

While still fairly ordinary, it definitely had more life to its looks than house itself. Just like in the corridor, it had a few weapon stands attached to the walls. Again, greatly resembling Jaune's. It had a few family paintings as well on some of which, Pyrrha could make out that her knight was painted on them. Though at much younger age. She could even recognize Great Arc here and there but he too, was at least a decade younger. Following paintings trail, her eyes soon where attached to the fireplace, or more like the trophies fit on it. Diplomas, golden medals, even a few cups. All of them were sport related, she could tell.

(Maybe those are Jaune's.) Pyrrha wondered, but not for long as her answer soon came on itself.

"All of them are El Jauney's." Old pops said, feeling proud.

"You probably didn't know but my boy used to be quite a boxer." He quickly glanced at Jaune, then back at Pyrrha.

"Oh but I did know," Amazon said.

"You did?" Arc was genuinely surprised. After all, ever since the incident, Jaune tried his best to distance himself from the sport and never even really talked about it.

Seeing mans surprised look, amazon tried to explain, although very subtly in details.

"Yes he….told me." (And shortly after knocked me out.) Though that part he didn't need to know.

"So he did." Old pops side glanced at his son again.

"Y-yea I did. Mind as well tell her you know," He said, feeling thankful that his redhead didn't tell the whole story.

(So he trusts her that greatly.) "Understandable." Was all Arc said before gesturing for them to have a seat.

After they all sat down, Old Arc again gazed at how dearly his grandchild held his partners hand. If not sweet love, then he definitely held great comfort in being close to her.

But knowing his son, there could always be other possibility.

"Young love, would it be okay if I would borrow El Jauney for a minute or two, later of course?"

"Sure." She saw no harm in that.

"Thank you." He slightly shook his head.

"Now please, El Jauney, could you enlighten me on what winds have brought you back here, in the middle of semester?"

Looking to his right, Jaune glanced at Pyrrha for a few seconds. His gaze was met with amazons one, albeit hers was questioning one as she too, didn't know why they were here.

Jaune looked back at his grandfather.

"I….well I have several reasons for that but for now….I would appreciate if you could tell Pyrrha about my past or…the days I was still boxing.

"About your past?" Old pops looked as puzzled as redhead.

"Yea….." He squeezed her hand a bit more tightly "Pyrrha deserves to know about one of the biggest parts of my life. I don't want to hold it as a secret anymore, at least not to her."

"Jaune…" Pyrrha quietly mumbled

"Not that I have anything against it, but why not tell her yourself?"

"As I said, I have several reasons for coming back home, seeing you Old pops being one of them." He smiled shorty, and so did his grandfather.

"But for now, I just want to reveal the secrets I have held in myself for such a long time. Besides-"

"Jaune-" Pyrrha felt the need to interrupt "It's okay if you have a few secrets locked up inside your heart. We all have them so you don't have to reveal them for me if-"

"But I want to." This time blonde cut her sentence short "I want you to know."

To that, Pyrrhas only answer was a silent nod seeing just how determined her knight was about this.

"Anyways," Jaune returned to Old pops "Please, I would really appreciate if you were to tell her that, besides, you always liked to tell stories so why not now?"

"Then, if you so wish, I have nothing against it."

"Then please, do it."

"Very well, though you do realize that first I…..will have to talk about history hidden behind Arcs name."

"Yea," Jaune said without a doubt.

"Behind Arcs name?" Pyrrha questioned.

"Yes." Old man now turned his attention to amazon.

"It plays big part in why Jaune used to walk a boxers path."

While it sounded almost a bit menacing, Pyrrha agreed to listen further.

"But please, first, let me start by asking, how much do you know about the 'Great war' and Arcs?"

"About the war, I only know that it was fought because of clash of different ideologies and beliefs which resulted in the greatest conflict in Remnants history, as for Arcs, I only know that they participated in it." Pyrrha felt slightly embarrassed that she knew so very little.

"What you said stands correct. More or less, that's what 'Great war' was about, a clash of different ideologies and beliefs. As for Arcs being part of it, that is correct too. Though not only did we participate in 'Great war' but Faunus one too as we were one of the leading forces against the said rebels."

"That I didn't know." Pyrrha admitted.

"It's alright." He brushed it off.

"Now, young love, have you ever wondered why people in your academy speak so very little of our household, if at all, even though we hold such great importance in Vales history, or even Remnants as a whole?"

"I…no, not really." She said, starting to wonder where this was going.

"So you said." Old Arc wasn't surprised. Then he looked at Jaune. Seeing that his boy didn't seem troubled, he continued.

"You see young love, there is an iron solid reason for that. In the past, we were one of the greatest lineage of warriors in Vale, still are I would say. For generations, our household produced plenty of splendid fighters, men truly capable in combat. As of that reason, we have been of great help to Vale for a couple of decades at least. And as I said, we were one of the leading forces against Faunus rebels, and perhaps, if not for our help, Vales history would be painted in much darker colors."

"I don't understand." Pyrrha said as those didn't seem like a reasons for keeping Arcs name so low in profile, especially their history, "If it's true, then why is your family so very little talked about?" She said what was originally asked to her.

"Because young love, our ancestors were not people who were meant to be admired. Much more than anything, they were feared. "

"Feared?"

"Yes, feared, as the causes they lifted their weapons for, were not of noble branch. Theirs were disgusting, and much more than that, plain selfish."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Exactly the words I said. For longest of time, Arcs were known as murderers, rapists, thieves and just over all terrorizers."

Mouth wide open, Pyrrha was too stunned to even say a single word. She looked at Jaune and got even more schoked at how calm his expression was. Then she looked back at old Arc who too, was exceptionally calm telling truth like that.

"By the definition, Arcs were originally a group of masterfully well trained mercenaries, their roots located in Vale. What ever the job was, their hearts didn't care as long as the price was well worth it, the rest didn't matter. And they continued to live like that for generations to come. Though as the winds blew further, being a group of mercenaries didn't satisfy them no more. They desired more power, more freedom.

A freedom to do what they please.

As so they formed a household known as Arcs. Why that name? Even I do not know that. But there are rumors that the first leader of the household was named Josephina Arc. True or not, that doesn't matter.

So, being a household now, Arcs started to raid other grounds. If some tried to stand in their ways, mercy was the least they showed. And so, raiding land after land, Vale no longer could ignore them. Something had to be done.

And they did.

War they did.

….And that is one of the plaids which led to the 'Great war'. Of course, there are many different reasons leading to the most horrifying conflict in Remnants history, but battles between Vale and Arc forces were one of the leading factors, or at least so I believe."

Old man stopped for a moment, giving Pyrrha a chance to take in all the crazy information.

Shocked was barely explaining how she felt about this. For the redhead, it all seemed like a total madness, something fake, like a made up story.

She glanced at Jaune, half expecting that maybe he would tell her that his grandfather, being a veteran warrior, had a really twisted sense of humor.

Though no luck there of course as seeing her shockingly questioning look, blonde said "Pyrrha, what he tells is true."

So she glanced back at his grandfather.

"And….what happened after?"

"Bloodshed happened, a complete, disastrous bloodshed young love. To not to go in great details, Vales side was slowly losing the battle, that is until other greater forces of bigger lands in Remnant sent in aid for Vale.

Since Arc numbers even in their prime days were not that great, they couldn't withstand the outer forces and in the end….they were defeated. Most of them died on the battlefield, but some surrendered. But since the war had barely started and Vale was in desperate situation, those Arcs who were left, under strict supervision were used to compete against other enemies.

Seeing how great of a help they are on the battlefield, a deal was made between Arcs and Vale. As long as they would assist whenever needed, Arcs could keep being a household, under a strict supervision still, but they could. And since those who surrendered feared death more than loved absolute freedom, they agreed on said conditions and from then on, were used as a military force when needed.

As the time went on though, Arcs ideologies and beliefs slowly changed. They started to see the good in helping people and slowly but surely, they forged a different path from their ancestors, and started to use their steel for greater good. By the time Faunus war emerged, Arcs voluntarily assisted Vale against rebel forces as the bond between the old enemies became much more friendly and united in nature. Seeing that the newer generations of Arcs had changed their ways, and became people worthy of trust, Vale promised that they would not hold the older grudges and crimes against them.

And so, after so many years of war and rage, our household could live peacefully, and we were finally seen as people who could be admired, and not feared."

Old man finished, waiting patiently for Pyrrha to collect her thoughts.

Never, not even once did amazon suspect that Arcs family had such a horrific history. Maybe it was Jaunes image which altered her views on his family, believing that they were a lineage of warriors who always fought for good.

And yet she could hardly be any more wrong. To think that they started off as mercenaries who did everything and anything for the prizes they desired. And then formed a household which only further implemented their selfish beliefs.

But as old pops said, not all of Arcs history is tainted in dark. After they lost their war with Vale, those who were left slowly changed their ways, and for better.

(When you think about it, it's almost like a fairy tail.) Pyrrha though.

The one where bad turns into good. And to that, redhead could hold great respect. When you are born with good people around you, living an honest life isn't that hard. But when people around you have really twisted views and beliefs, it's beyond hard to get through that and take a different path, one were you live to do good and help others. It takes unimaginable willpower, determination and most likely, a desire to change. And that made Pyrrha to question something.

"Old pops-I-I mean Mr. Adalard." Pyrrhas cheeks went slightly red.

Both Jaune and Old pops cracked a smile.

"Please young love, as I said, no need for formalities with me, besides, you'll be part of Arcs family anyway so if you so wish, you can call me like El Jauney does."

Pyrrhas cheeks blushed in even darker red.

"Come on Old pops." Jaune frowned slightly, not that he had anything against it but still.

"Shut it boy!" He commanded "We'll have a talk about this later anyway, so be prepared"

(Aww man…) Knowing his grandfather, Jaune knew it wouldn't be an easy talk.

"Excuse me." Pyrrha tried to get attention.

"Sorry, please, go ahead."

"I wanted to know, were all older generations of Arcs the way you described them to be.

"Oh no, that is not truth. Like always, there were a few exceptions, like my grandfather."

"Your grandfather?"

"Yes, the man whose weapons El Jauney uses. Of course, he wasn't the only one, but he was one of the leaders who fought against old system of Arcs family. In the 'Great war' those Arc members who looked for a different path and helped Vale to fight against their own kind, after it was over, they were assigned as the new leaders of Arcs household and did their absolutely best to forge a different path for their family.

And succeeded I believe."

"I see." Pyrrha said, feeling better and more relieved knowing that not all of Arcs family members of the past were scum. And it warmed her heart that Old pops grandfather was one of those exceptions.

"Have any more questions?"

Thinking for a sec, Pyrrha said that no, she didn't.

"Good." He slightly shook his head.

"Because I believe it's about time I tell you the second part of the story."

"Second part?"

"Yes, the one about El Jauney and boxing, and how they came to be." Old pops was already feeling nostalgia riling up.

"I am listening," Pyrrha said, feeling excited but anxious at the same time too, as she knew that there will be some terrible breaking point.

"Then please do. Listen to the tale of a young boy who was once known be-

Jaune, the dancing Arc angel."

Authors note: Well, that's the end of that I guess. As expected, it came out longer than I thought it would be but since I enjoyed writing this, that hardly matters, I hope.

Anyways, this is what I meant by saying that I will take dangerous with this chapter, and the next one too, probably even more so with the next chap. But….I can't deny the fact that I really enjoyed to make up my own version of Arcs history, albeit we don't know the original one anyway. And writing grandfathers character was a lot of fun too. So whatever your thoughts will be on this chapter, I want you to know that it won't change the fact that I feel proud of this written piece.

But I assure you that you're still more than welcome to criticize it.

Anyways, before I start to rumble on for too long, I just want to tell that the next chapter too, will be heavier in tone, very light on comedy, just like this one but still, I hope you will look forward to that as well.

And like always guys-

Have a nice one!