Not the Path to be Followed

by Jeremy Mosher

Jaune Arc had entered Beacon with forged transcripts, but they were not as fake as one would think. While his martial abilities were well below sub-par; he had other skills just waiting to manifest. Skills that could not only bridge the skill gap between him and his fellow students; but allow him to excel.

1. Chapter 1

Jaune Arc was tired and sore from the pummeling Cardin Winchester had given him just under an hour ago in combat class. The rest came from his agonizingly slow progress at improving his martial skills. Even with the help of his team mates and friends he just felt like he was making no progress. Excusing himself from his team, he took a slow evening stroll through Beacon's gardens. Stopping near an railed overlook he leaned forward arms on the top and pulled out his scroll.

A short distance away, unnoticed by the self absorbed blond, a black hair beauty also walked. She was also looking with in; attempting to find answers to the questions that assaulted her. Recent events between herself and her team were still fresh in her mind. The schism between them only slightly narrowed by her admissions. There was still many more topics to be broached and questions to be answered before the fresh emotional wounds would heal.

Her enhanced hearing caught the sign of another whom also had sought peace and solace in the quiet beauty of the gardens. Stopping she eyed the leader of her sister team. She could see his defeated stance, and knew why he was that way. She had seen the farce of a match not but an hour ago. It was much like all of his others. No wonder he was out here, away from everyone. She above anyone else knew that sometimes one just had to be alone in their thoughts before an answer to an issue would reveal itself.

Jaune thumbed through his contact list. Taking another deep breath he selected the desired contact from the few he had stored and then tapped the call button. Taking slow steady breaths he waited as the other end rang, listening for the distinctive sound of the line being answered.

". . ."

"Hi mom."

Blake watched as Jaune winced, grimacing now that whomever was on the other end of that call was yelling or screaming at the poor distressed blond.

"Mom . . . Mom . . . MOM!" Jaune raised his voice until it finally ended with him yelling to get the person on the other end of the call to stop the rapid fire questions and comments, and enable him to speak. "I am fine mom. Seriously I'm fine. Its just . . ." He paused and swallowed before continuing, "I just need to talk."

". . ."

"Mom, I don't think I should."

". . ."

"No mom, I'm alone. I'm out in the gardens. Everyone else is either training, eating or sleeping."

". . ."

"Mom. NO, I . . ." Jaune pulled the scroll from his ear, visibly wincing.

Blake considered approaching. She could tell the conversation was causing her friend some distress. However she hesitated. This was a personal matter for Jaune and though she was prying by watching from the shadows, she did not want to involve herself even further. Less Jaune felt the need to reciprocate and delve into her problems as well.

"Okay, okay." Jaune paused in his forced agreement, before nodding his head as if he was getting additional instructions or directions, "Yes I have it on me, and yes I remember the incantation. Come on MOM you made me memorize it before I was six years old."

". . ."

"Give me two minutes." Jaune tapped the end call button and put his scroll back into his pocket.

Blake watched wondering what was really going on. She had heard the word incantation. Why would he say such a thing? Reaching into the back pouch on his belt, she witnessed him pulling out a small wooden case, slightly bigger than a fancy pencil case. She had no idea that Jaune carried such a beautiful item on him. Creeping forward using every ounce of her naturally gifted grace she gained a better vantage point to observe the proceedings transpiring before her.

Holding the box in his left hand he thumbed the top open. Holding it before him he began to trace strange shapes in the air before with his right hand. Each symbol glimmered briefly in the air once completed. Blake had to stifle a surprised gasp at the elegant and beautiful sight. It was a shock when from the box held in his left hand; thin dagger like shaped pieces of glass or mirror floated into the air and began to form a half circle like shape before him. The edges vanished and the object became solid with no sign indicating the connection between each individual segment. Reaching out Jaune traced a single symbol on the mirrored surface with his right ring finger, while snapping the case shut in his left hand.

Entranced Blake moved forward even further. Her curiosity overriding her original intentions of leaving Jaune alone. This was unlike anything she had ever witnessed or heard of.

A moment after tracing the symbol the surface twisted and twirled until an image appeared. Bountiful blond hair framed an elegant feminine face, and shining deep blue eyes. It was face of ageless beauty and one that had a very strong familial resemblance to Jaune.

"So you managed to get into Beacon I see." The persoon spoke, the sound and image clearer than any scroll could hope to manage.

"Yeah."

"Ahem."

"I mean yes."

"Even after your father and I asked you not to?"

"Yes, mom, I did, but I needed to!"

"Needed to? Jaune why do you THINK you need to be at Beacon?"

"To learn, to train. To be a hero."

"A hero? Like the knights in your books?"

"Yes."

"But you're not a knight honey."

"Only because you wouldn't let Dad train me!"

"Do NOT take that tone with me young man." Replied his mom a scowl crossing her features for a fraction of a second, before returning to the motherly look she wore previously, "Your Dad couldn't train you. He's a warrior, honey; your not."

Blake was embarrassed to be eavesdropping on this seriously private conversation between Jaune and his mother, yet she couldn't pull herself away. The hints at Jaune's story were just to enticing for the feline faunus to ignore.

"But I could be."

"Enough of this." His mother's face again sported the scowl, only for it to vanish instantly once again, "Step back I want to get a good look at you."

Jaune sighed and did as he was bid. Taking a couple steps back allowing the vision of his mom to see his whole body, and attire.

"Well you look healthy, which is a relief; and I will admit darling you have become a fine looking young man." Jaune blushed at the comment while his mother continued, "Plus I see where you twin sister Joan's armor and sword ended up. She was heart broken that you took them."

"Sorry."

"I can tell, hon. Now our previous discussion aside, tell me how are things with you? You have a team, obviously so what are they like? How are classes?"

"Mom."

"Jaune. I don't want to argue with you right now, even though you had your father, and I worried sick when you ran off, not to mention ALL of your sisters were about to form a war party to go after you."

"Seriously? A war party?"

"Yes seriously, they were even going to try and drum up troops from town to help."

"I'm sorry I caused so much trouble, but I had to do this."

"Jaune, there is a difference between having to do something and feeling you need to do something." Jaune opened his mouth to reply but was cut off, "No more of that for now. I want to know happening with you."

"Well I have a team, like you said obviously; but I am the team leader." His mother wore a happy smile as he told her that, "I have a bunch of good friends, and classes are good, for the most part."

"I believe you and am so proud of you hon. Though the classes are good part, is not entirely honest is it? But first tell me about your team."

"Okay, ah well there is Lie Ren, we call him Ren. He's the strong silent type, then Nora Valkyire who is with Ren but not with him," his mother only nodded understanding the implication, "Nora is a ball of energy always upbeat. The final member and my partner is Pyrrha Nikos."

"Nikos; where have I heard that . . ."

"She's the four time Mistral Champion."

"Ah the tournaments your sisters Jennifer, Joan, Janice, and Jolene all drone on about. Well it sounds like you have a good set of friends,any others?"

"Well we have an unofficial sister team that we hangout and do a lot of stuff with. It has Ruby Rose and Yang Xia-long real sisters; as well as Weiss Schnee and Blake Belladonna."

"Oh my! My dashing young man surrounded by young ladies! Any catch your eye?"

Blake barely suppressed the snicker that motherly comment attempted to pull from her.

"No. NOT going there."

"Jaune?"

"No, mom."

"Please?"

"No."

"Mean ungrateful young man. How dare you ruin your mother's fun." Jaune's mother frowned before giving a light hearted laugh and smiling at her son again, "I tried, any way. Let's talk about this classes are good comment."

"They are good!" Jaune fidgeted as he continued, "Grimm studies is interesting, History and Tactics are really nothing much for me to handle."

"I figured you would be okay with those subjects, what about Combat class?"

"My team and my friends are helping but . . . I'm still not good. I can barely hold my own in a spar."

"Is that why you FINALLY called home?"

"Yeah I wanted ; or more like hoped Dad could give me some advice on how to improve faster."

"You feel like you're holding your team back?"

"Yes."

"There is a simple solution to that Jaune."

"There is?"

"Yes, and if your father was here he would tell you this as well. Stop trying to be what you are not."

"Mom . . ."

"No Jaune listen. We wont ask you to come home. If you want to study at Beacon we will support you in that decision."

"Really?"

"Yes. You are a young man now. You made a choice, and even though we are not happy about it, it was still your choice to make. But . . ."

"But?"

"If you want to succeed and excel, like I KNOW you can . . . You have to stop trying to be what you're not. I know you feel like you should be the dashing knight riding in to save people, but you're talents are not those of a warrior. You are something else honey, and you should be proud to show people what you can do." His mother eyed him to gauge his reaction before continuing, "Your skills and abilities are not those of your Father, or your sisters Jennifer, Jolene, Janice or your twin Joan."

Blake's mind recoiled at the amount of J names Jaune's mother was listing off.

"Your strengths are like mine and Josephine's. That's why I trained and taught you; and not your father."

"But I want to be a hero."

"Not all heroes are warriors or knights my baby. June can be as much of a hero to someone in need as Janice can."

"But June is in school to be a medic. Janice is learning to fight."

"Yes, Janice is learning to fight; and June is training to be a medic. Do you really think that June saving someone's life is any less heroic that Janice fighting against hordes of grimm?"

"No, not really."

"That is my point love. You can be a hero too. But you need to use your strengths. Your skills and abilities, not the ones you attribute to heroes. Do you understand?"

"I guess."

"Stop looking like a whipped puppy Jaune."

"Sorry."

Blake was now readily and willing to sneak away. The whole back and forth between Jaune their goofy blond friend and his mother was too deep and personal for her to have been eavesdropping on; yet she couldn't yet leave. The way they were talking about his skills and abilities had her wondering what Jaune was truly hiding.

"No need to be sorry honey. You are allowed to be disappointed; but remember I love you as does your dad. Even your sisters do, though they wont admit it."

Jaune snickered at the thought of his sisters not admitting they loved him, yet being willing to create a war party to chase him down and bring him home.

"Now I know you're going to stay, but try something for me. Try being what you are. Can you?"

"Yeah, what can it hurt anyway. I'm already the bottom of the training boards, so why not."

"Things will improve. I promise." His mother took a single sighing breath, "Wish I could hug you right now."

"Wish I could too."

"Well," it was obvious she was holding back tears at this point, "I, after you left I put all your proper gear in the chest. You still remember how to summon it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Get your proper gear and return your sister's weapons and armor. She's been moping and sulking about you . . . borrowing them."

"I will."

"One last thing."

"Yes?"

"Remember we are proud of you. All of us, and if you EVER need anything, even if it just to talk, we are here for you always."

"I will. Thanks."

"I miss you so much."

"I miss you too."

"Love you. Bye."

"Love you too." With that the image faded, and Jaune stepped forward. Opening the pencil case like box in his left hand; he made a series of motions with his right hand. The mirror then fell apart, each thin shard separating and floating to stack with in the box. Once the last piece floated into place he closed it with a snap and returned it to his back belt pouch.

"I hope you're right mom." Jaune whispered as he closed his eyes and brought his hands together. Blake watched from her hiding spot, her whole reason for being out and alone this night forgotten, by the happenings she was witnessing. Jaune stood there, his hands clasped as if to pray, to only a moment later to twist and contort his fingers into a strange arrangement forming a single strange symbol.

She watched entranced by the ritual, at least that was the only word she could use to describe the actions her friend was making. After a minute or so a foot locker sized box shimmered and materialized before him. Opening his eyes, he smiled and then quickly approached. Tracing a set of symbols on the top of the box the lock opened and the lid lifted up.

Kneeling down he pulled multiple items from inside, and after a quick glance over each one he set them to the side. Standing he began to remove his weapon and armor. In fact he stripped down to just his jeans, undershirt and boots. Setting his belt and pouches next to the items he had removed from the foot locker, he then took everything else and gently laid it with in the chest. From the items he set aside he pulled a plain black button up shirt. Once that was on he refastened his belt and pouches before lifting up and sliding on a sleeveless, hooded robe like jacket. The robe was adorned with shining intricate deigns of silver and gold. Upon his hands he pulled a set of finger-less gloves that were also adorned with designs similar to his robe.

Blake held her breath, the figure before her now was not the goofy and adorable knight they had all come to know and cherish. While it was still the same person, his dress and the way he now held himself was much more regal, almost awe inspiring in the sense of pure power it resonated. Closing the trunk he again traced something on the lid causing the hasp to close and lock. Standing once more he repeated the hand motions from earlier causing the foot locker to shimmer and fade away.

Sighing Jaune gazed around the darkened garden, and wondered if he was up for the questions his team would deluge him with. All that was what he used to be was gone. They would notice, and he was unsure of what how he could explain the changes that had been made. Unsure of his next action he started to walk, only stopping when he noticed the semi crouched form in the shadow of the central tree.

"Blake, is that you?"

"Hi, Jaune." Blake was embarrassed to be caught unaware as she had been. The almost mythical actions he had performed causing her to forget that she had been spying on him, and now she was caught in the act. "Nice night for a walk?"

"It is, but what were you doing hiding by that tree?"

"Well, I, um, the thing was . . ."

"You saw didn't you?"

"Saw?"

"How much did you see Blake?" Jaune voice was tired.

"All of it?" Though it was a statement of fact, Blake still managed to make it sound like a question.

"Seriously?"

"Sorry?"

"Never mind. Someone was bound to find out eventually." Jaune sighed, really wishing that no one had seen any of it, so he could at least hide until classes in the morning.

"Jaune?"

"Yes."

"What was all that?"

"It's a long story, and one I'm not really up for presenting tonight."

"Okay, I understand. When you're ready I'm willing to listen." Blake hung her head knowing that she should have left and not watched the entire conversation like some crazed stalker. "And I'm sorry for eavesdropping on you and your mom. It was wrong of me."

"It's okay. Someone was bound to see it, just glad it was a friend and not someone like Cardin."

"Still I shouldn't . . ."

"What's done is done." Jaune replied his voice still tired, "Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"We have combat class first thing tomorrow right?"

"Yes, we do."

"Can you let Pyrrha, Ren and Nora know I'm just camping out tonight. I just want sometime to think things over."

"I can."

"Thanks. See you in the morning."

"Okay, see you Jaune."

Blake watched him walk off, vanishing into the deepening night. She thought about going after him, but chose not to. She had already pried too much into his personal life. She would be the friend he needed right now, and relay his message. She just hoped he would be okay, and more himself tomorrow morning.

/=/

"Where's Jaune?" Nora asked Pyrrha as they took their seats. Combat class was about to start and he was nowhere in sight; despite the message Blake had delivered the previous night.

"Blake said, that he said he would be here. Give him time." Responded Ren as Pyrrha glanced from the clock to the door.

"Why did Blake deliver the message. Why didn't he just call one of us?" Pyrrha was anxious, a foreign feeling to her, one she could barely remember even with all her tournament victories.

"I don't know, but she did say he just wanted to be alone and think about things. Maybe that's why." Ren counseled as the time for class to start grew closer.

Professor Goodwitch entered the room, and still the leader of JNPR was nowhere to be seen.

"Okay class, we'll start off with matches, would Cardin Winchester and Jaune Arc please come to the front of the class." Goodwitch hadn't even looked up, calling out the names as she had done many times before. The match was a staple of the class. Cardin against Jaune, five minutes of watching a good hearted young man struggle and flail against an unstoppable and unmerciful force. Cardin walked to the front, entering the combat ring with his normal swagger. A smug grin on his face. Goodwitch looked up noticing only one combatant was visible. "Mr. Arc please report to the front of the class. Mr. Arc?"

Pyrrha began to stand to ply an excuse for his absence when the class door banged open and the blond haired youth in question appeared. The room fell silent as his change of attire. Even Professor Goodwitch had to take a second look. The armor was gone as was the sword he had carried everywhere for the last three months.

"Sorry I'm late." Commented Jaune as he moved to the combat ring, "I lost track of time."

"I see. Make sure it does not happen again Mr. Arc."

"I will."

"So Jauney-boy ready to taste dirt . . . again?" Cardin chuckled at his own trash talk. Jaune did not reply but only took his final position in the ring across from Cardin.

"Mr. Arc?"

"Yes professor?"

"Where is your combat gear?"

"I'm wearing it, professor?"

"You're . . . Wearing it?" Goodwitch was a little taken aback by the statement. She was almost ready to discipline Mr. Arc for a rather unfunny joke, until she noticed the look in his face. It was stern, unflinching and for the first time since he had ever set foot in the combat ring; confident. "You will have to explain to me why the sudden change of attire after class. Agreed Mr. Arc?"

"Agreed."

"What is he doing? Where is Crocea Mors?" Pyrrha was near a panic at Jaune standing in the combat ring with no apparent way to defend himself from Cardin. Around them other students whispered asking and make similar comments.

"If the combatants are ready . . . Start!"

The class prepared to look away as Cardin moved forward chuckling darkly, only to suddenly stop. A collective gasp rose from the observers as a glowing circular image about twice the size of his hand appeared just above and slightly behind Jaune's right shoulder.

"When did HE learn to use glyphs?" Came the indignant voice of a white haired heiress.

"Bone and Bronze" Jaune held up what from a distance looked like a playing card, "Come forth." Jaune released the card and it floated up and settled against the glyph. A second later eight other smaller red glyphs appeared before him turning perpendicular to the floor they split one half of each going up, the other half down. In between figures formed.

Gasps, clattering chairs, and curses echoed about the room. Cardin even took several stumbling steps backward. Before him eight massive gleaming bronze shields in the style of Beacon's own spartan Pyrrha Nikos appeared, though these were four times the size. Matched with similarly gleaming bronze helms, breast plates and greaves. Though that was not what had the room in chaos. No it was what was holding and wearing that gleaming gear. With bleach white bones the skeletal warriors stood in ready silence.

"Shield wall." Jaune spoke in a commanding tone. Which was instantly put into action by the skeletal figures. As if they were of a single mind the eight forms turned and over lapped their shields with each other. Effectively forming a solid wall of bronze and bone between the mace wielding tank of Cardin, and the apparently unarmed Jaune Arc.

"Eeee. . .enough of these tricks Arc!" Cardin finally gathering enough courage to launch a double handed sideways swing of his mace. The impact was solid. The reaction of Cardin as his weapon impacted and then bounced off the immovable barrier before him, was priceless. All the color drained from his face as it became obvious the beings before him were very much real.

The class had settled into an uneasy silence as they watched Jaune's next move. His first combat action had taken less than a couple of seconds from when he showed the card to when the skeletal shield bearers materialized.

Putting his hands together Jaune said nothing. Blake noticed a similarity to the actions she has witnessed the night before, but the result was not the same.

"Thunder Crash." Was all that left Jaune's mouth as a blue sigil appeared above Cardin. Still unnerved by the appearance and solid nature of the creatures before him he barely paid attention to the danger forming above. A bolt of lighting lanced downward slamming into the ground by his feet throwing him from the ring in a spasming mess.

"Winner Jaune Arc."

"Dismissed." Was all that Jaune said as he plucked the card from the glyph causing the skeletal figures to instantly dissolve into a light gray smoke like mist, that dissipated after traveling less that a meter. With a slow breath and a blink of his eyes the glyph also faded away. "Professor."

"You may take your seat." Professor Goodwitch herself was at a loss for words. "CRDL please take your leader to the infirmary."

The young man before her was the absolute worse swordsman she have ever seen; but suddenly appears and decimates his foe with barely any effort. She had only the slightest of ideas about what had transpired in ring but a few moments ago.

The class was silent, even his team mates and friends did not know how to react, as Jaune made his way to take his seat. Every other match he had ever had, he had lost, but only after a prolonged battle, some spanning five or more minutes. But now, here today he had taken down the bane of his combat class existence in under a minute. The change was too sudden, the disparity to his abilities now, and his abilities then too great.

Weiss had some knowledge of what had transpired, glyphs being a portion of the Schnee Summons, yet the speed and intricacies of the glyphs Jaune had used so far outclassed anything she had been able to master.

For the remainder of the class silence reigned. Every subsequent match was viewed in a void of response from those observing. They were all still to overwhelmed and processing what had transpired during that first fight. As class ended, Jaune did as he was bid at the start of his spar, and moved down to stand before Professor Goodwitch. She eyed him, then the assembled members of his team and sister team. She rightly assumed they all wanted answers to this sudden change in young mister Arc.

"So, would you like to explain . . ."

"I had a discussion with my mother last night." Jaune spoke openly, "and during that conversation my lack of performance in combat class came up."

"I see. Please continue." Goodwitch took the reigns in directing the conversation while the remainder of JNPR and RWBY silently waited.

"I was never trained to use the sword, or for that matter any weapons. The armor in fact everything I was using these last few months I had taken from my twin sister Joan. She is the warrior of us, I'm not."

"In all my years Mr. Arc I have seen few displays of pure power than what you just unveiled."

"I wasn't trained as a warrior, that is what my father taught those of us who showed ability in martial combat. I don't have that ability, my strengths lie elsewhere."

"Elsewhere?"

"I was trained by my mother. While I can't truly use a sword, or other weapon I have the ability to channel. To weave more esoteric beliefs and make them reality."

"How is that possible Jaune?" Pyrrha spoke up, "You arrived without your aura unlocked. How is something like that possible?"

"It's possible because I don't need aura to do it. This ability and the skills I have learned are not a semblance. They are just what they are skills, much like each one of your strengths with weapons."

"Those were glyphs?" Asked Weiss.

"In a way yes. Though when I was being taught they were called sigils."

"What about the cards?" Inquired Blake.

"They are runic talismans. When I combine them with the summoning sigil above my right shoulder they call for the entity depicted." He pulled a set of cards from his sleeve, a simple trick of sleight of hand allowing him to manipulate them before his class mates and teacher. "These five are the ones I have mastery or the most control over."

"This one you've already seen in action. Bone and Bronze." He tossed the first card on the professor's desk. It was easily twice the size of a standard playing card. The image was simple, only done with black lines, but the image was easy to recognize. Strange symbols bordered the edge around the image of a line of skeletal figures holding massive round shields.

"Heavenly Defender." He tossed a second card onto the first. Like before, the image was surrounded by strange symbols, and the picture itself was of simple black line drawing. Yet this one depicted a large winged and cowled humanoid figure holding a gigantic kite shield.

"Heavenly Avenger." The third card hit the pile, this one showing another winged humanoid like figure wielding a massive two handed sword.

"Cerberus." The fourth card landed. The image of a disturbing three headed beast framed with strange markings.

"And finally Neko Succubus." The final card of the five hit the pile. The image instantly caused faces to blush, as a nearly naked twin tailed cat eared woman was displayed. "She is still troublesome to use. The others I have no issues in controlling; she can be difficult."

"Interesting. Thank you for explaining it Jaune, though I do need to ask why the change in clothes?"

"Well professor, armor interferes with the channeling process. It limits what I can do, and makes my abilities barely usable. So when I took my mother's advice and was true to what my strengths are I put on my old gear, or new gear. It protects me but in a lesser extent than armor but does not hinder my ability to channel."

"You said you had other cards?" Ruby finally spoke up excitement edging her voice at the thought of a new type of weapon she had never heard of before.

"Yes, I have about another dozen or so. More than half of those I do not have enough control of to use in other than channeling practice. I took me years to get as comfortable as I have with these five, the others will be longer."

"Like what else can you summon?" Nora interest was peaked now, "Sloths? Can you summon sloths? Please summon sloths."

"No sloths, sorry Nora. My other cards are dangerous, and I'm not comfortable speaking about them, at least not now."

Jaune could have sworn he heard Ruby and Nora give a collective "Awe" at his answer.

"What about the lighting?" Weiss again spoke up, while Pyrrha and Yang still looked as if they were trying to come to terms with this new version of Jaune.

"Straight up glyph assisted elemental channeling. I can do it with any element, though lightning is by far the easiest and quickest." Jaune focused his gaze on Yang and Pyrrha, "Anything you two would like to ask me?"

"Why the sudden change?" It was Yang who finally spoke up, "I know you said you talked with your mom, but why all that training and work with us just to toss it away."

"I wanted to be a hero, but I thought to be a hero I had to be like the knights in the old stories." Jaune sighed before continuing, "I told my mom this, and she reminded me that not all heroes wear armor and slay dragons, well not in so many words." Jaune could tell his answer wasn't enough, so he continued "All of your help is not being tossed away. You guys helped me grow and understand things I had never even tried to learn. You've all made me a better person, but I can't be holding all of you back by being something I'm not. This is who I am."

"Why couldn't you tell us last night?" It was Pyrrha this time.

"I didn't know how to. I wanted to, but I needed to think, and all I could think of was showing you all, that I wouldn't hold you back any longer. That I could really be more than the weak link of the team."

"You were never the weak link Jaune."

"To you maybe, but to me I was."

"Okay, you all can discuss this with each other later. I do believe you have other classes to attend." Professor Goodwitch stepped forward, with her hands clasped, "Thank you for indulging us Jaune, and I would like to ask you to return after classes. I wish to speak with you further on these skills you have. I need to understand so I can maybe in someway help you gain better control."

"Yes professor."

"Now off with you, before Doctor Oobleck decides I need to preview his next lecture for making you late."

The two teams collected their belongs, with Jaune scooping up his cards and with a deft movement of his hand making them vanish. Glynda was sure as she watched him that it was more than sleight of hand that enabled him to hide the cards, but she would address that observation at a later time.

After the two teams left, Glynda picked up her scroll and thumbed through her own list to select a contact to dial. It rang but a couple of times before the other end was picked up.

"Jasmine, it's Glynda."

". . ."

"Yes, I'm calling to let you know it worked. He's embracing his abilities, though I had to act surprised when he walked in with his proper gear on."

". . ."

"Yes he did show a few of his cards. Though you MIGHT want to talk to him about the Neko Succubus. I do not want to see that summoned in this class . . . EVER."

". . ."

"NO I'm sure the boys would love to see her make an appearance, but its not happening."

". . ."

"Ozpin? Why do you ask?"

" . . ."

"I can have a word with him, but I'm pretty sure he already knew when he accepted Jaune to Beacon."

". . ."

"Not an problem Jasmine. It was my pleasure, and thank you for giving him the push he needed. He is such a talented young man, it was hard to watch him falter for so long."

". . ."

"Yes good night."

Glynda hung up the call, and sighed. It had been a long road, and she was sorry she had forced so many spars on the poor boy, but it had been for the best. He needed to stop chasing his dream by the wrong path. She could see him being the hero he wants to be, but unlike the dashing knight that saves a damsel, he would be the wise wizard that saves a kingdom.