Hello and welcome once again to my wonderful abode where you will digest in the highest, and lowest of quality material and then ask yourself why you're still here. If not, well then that's not just you. To get onto it, I've taken it into consideration and Jaune is a character that would be good to get off my back and into the wild; so, this one is directed towards him. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Let's get this started, shall we?

Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings; Blood is Strength, Courage is Fear Part 1

A Hunter above Hunters is considered to above others not in society, but rather the skill the one possessed. The strength, dexterity, and intelligence that one possessed and properly used it were the one's considered a Hunter above Hunters. A long family line of Hunters was considered at this level; even in the time of dark when the ties of family were almost non-existent and only the greatest of Hunters who never succumbed to the blood and fell to beasthood. This lone of Hunters who were known as great, are the 'Arc's'. Hunters of fortitude, or glory, of servitude. A great Hunter stood atop the healing church. One that lead many Hunters of great to cleanse the beasts of Yharnam, the Arc's following said leader. The descendants of the Arc family carried on for many generations, full of greatness as the next Hunter carried with them. The most current generation of Arc's stood a child.

The only male of seven other sisters of the Family of Arc's. Surround by his seven sisters, it gave him an uprising unlike any other Arc before him. Wanting to truly become an Arc like those before him, he took up arms with a family Heirloom, Crocea Mors, one that lasted since the great war of the great-grandfather of the child, and left for the prestigious academy known as Beacon. Thoughts of living up to his family name stayed with him from the point of stepping onto the grounds of Beacon, to the point of flying during initiation, and finally to the point of him being chosen as the leader of his very own team, Team JNPR. Time moved on as the boy continued to feign his way through school, no matter how hard he fell behind, be it in skill to his friends and classmates that clearly did so. A child can only take so much, both mentally and physically, so he did just that, and relaxed. He had to just get away for just a single day, a single point in time to escape the eyes of his fellow peers and be relieved of the burden that is the façade of his own school life. As reluctant as he is to the flying machines known as Bullheads, he rode within it to the main town of Vale.

When his foot connected to the pavement, he made a quick dash to the nearest trashcan with a green face, only to empty the contents of his stomach into the trash. He lifted his head from the trash and shook his head to clear his dizziness, which was then followed by a slap to his cheeks by his own hands.

Away from the stressful, but friendly environment of Beacon, Jaune made his way down the landing platform to get a better look at the town. Jaune had more than just a single reason for coming to town other than to get away, and that was from the receival of a letter upon the end table next to his bed.

The letter rested with a beige colored envelope, and upon it rested a red seal that on it had the figure of a syringe. When Jaune first noticed the letter, he immediately took a hold of it and hid it beneath his pillow. As night fell, he removed the letter from the posh hiding place and opened it carefully with his hands, easily opening it without having to rip it, even though there was a seal upon it. He removed the letter from within and opened it, upon the letter was a writing style unlike he's seen before, and the paper seemed strange as well. He began to read,

Dear Jaune of Arc*1

My humblest gratitude is directed towards you if you can read this letter. Worry not for I'm a long friend of the Arc family and I only wish to assist you in any way possible. I've noticed your inability to produce results that would be like those of your team, classmates, and even the school as well. Such things do not befit the descendent of an Arc, especially evident from the bullying you receive from the fool known as Cardin Winchester, which is a major problem for one such as yourself. In terms of such circumstances such as yours, I have a solution for your problem. I cordially invite one such as yourself to visit my clinic within the city of Vale. It rests in a part of a town close to Beacon; where the old Hunters lie, and where those in need of a Hunt receive medical treatment. My clinic is called "Blutmesiter" *2

Sincerely the Blood Minister.

A chill went up Jaune's spin as he read the letter once more. How this "Blood Minister" knew of his situation troubled him greatly, as he thought the only ones that knew was Pyrrha, and Cardin. Not only that but his clinic was called Blutmesiter, and Jaune had no idea if that meant something as well. How he was a family friend and he's never heard of him was also a problem. Jaune began to think it over more until a slight rustle almost caused him to fall out of his bed.

A yelp almost escaped his mouth until he covered it in fear that he was speaking out loud that entire time. Across from him was his male counterpart on his team; Lie Ren, his look of confusion almost caused Jaune to spill his entire life story. Ren rubbed his eyes and spoke up in a tired voice, "What is the reason for the lights Jaune?" Jaune looked over and saw that he had the lamp right next to his bed on. The boy gulped as he looked back to his partner. "I'm just reading a letter from a family friend from Vacuo. He invited me to a clinic of his for…for a free checkup, yeah." An innocent smile followed cause, but sweat dropped right after it. His partner noticed and smiled back and spoke up again.

"I'll go tomorrow with you Jaune." Jaune looked at his tired teammate with confusion. "That's what friends do, also I can only take so much Nora from time to time." A smile followed suit from the them.

A nod from Jaune confirmed the proposition of his, and Ren laid his head back down onto his pillow.

"Goodnight Jaune."

"Goodnight Ren, and thanks."

A small chuckle could be heard by the boy lying down, and the lights were soon turned off after. Their eyelids fell heavy over their eyes and let sleep entrance them till morning.

Now back to the current moment; Jaune stood overlooking the town, and soon a hand rested upon his shoulder with Ren right beside him.

"Where did the letter say that this 'friend of your family's' clinic was located?"

Jaune nodded and pulled out the letter he brought with him. "He says the clinic is in the "Part of Vale where old Hunters lie, and those in need of a Hunt receive medical treatment." Jaune popped the letter with the back of his hand. "So where do all the old Hunters hang out then?" He looked over to Ren who shrugged his shoulders in response. Jaune let his arms fall to his side as he sighed.

Ren stepped forward, "The best we can do is ask around for directions to the store. The best place to start would be someone familiar with the town." Jaune lifted his head back up with a smile; a nod followed and he began to walk past Ren, but instantly turned around. "Who's familiar with the town?"

Ren sighed as he took lead, signaling Jaune to follow behind. "Blake recommended this book store to me. The owner is said to know his way around town, so I think he would be a good start." Jaune nodded and soon followed behind his friend as he leads the way.

Twenty minutes passed and the two were now standing in front of the bookstore by the name of "Tukson's Book Trade; Every Book Under the Sun"

"Is this the place?"

"Wouldn't doubt it. It checks off on the "Places Blake would visit" as given from Yang."

Jaune turned his head as he looked towards Ren who was staring at the sign, he thought for a second then nodded. They entered the door, and the ringing of a bell soon followed behind it. The man behind the counter, who they assumed to be Tukson, raised his head to see the incoming customers.

"I'm going to look around for some info about this 'family friend' of yours. Go talk with the owner and find out if he knows where this place might be."

Ren walked off to the side as he left Jaune standing in the middle of the shop with a bepuzzled look upon his face.

Ren walked through the lines of books located throughout the shop, occasionally running his hand across some books that could possibly contain any information about this supposed clinic. Multiple books caught his eye; ones that stood out such as Applications of Aura to the Mind, What is Life*3, The Voyage of the Beetle*4, Fairy Tales of Old, Hunter of Beasts. His hand stopped on the last book and he pulled it out and began reading it; running his finger across certain lines in the book.

He almost began to delve into the book until a voice which he guessed belonged to Jaune, began to sound nervous.

"I..I.I..I didn't mean it like that, but I did but, you weren't supposed to take it like an insult to you, but I was just wondering if you've heard of the clinic and where to find it, but clearly you have heard of it, but only from a book and not actually knowing where it's at and so you…" Jaune began to mumble, and before he could continue, a book was placed before him on the counter. Fairy Tales of Old, Hunter of Beasts. Jaune recognized the book before him as an almost identical that sat on his shelf back at home.

"What my friend here is trying to ask you is, do you know where the entrance to Old Vacuo is located?"

The man behind the counter looked past Jaune and at Ren who was standing behind him. He sighed as he took the book and ran it through the register.

"Out the door to your right, walk three blocks and take another right. Follow the street until you reach an archway. Take a left and you'll be there."

He placed the book down on the counter and slid it to Ren. "A good choice right there. A personal favorite."

Ren smiled and nodded his head in response. He picked up the book, "Thank you Tukson. I'll be sure to thank Blake as well."

He smiled back and waved at the boy as he began to walk outside. Jaune was left standing in the middle of the store once again; he looked between the door, and Tukson a few times. He waved goodbye and took out the door, "Thank you and sorry for your time." The bell jingled once more and the owner was left alone in his store once more.

The two were now walking in the direction they were given before.

"Why'd you buy that book Ren?" Jaune questioned his teammate while placing his hands on the back of his head. Ren pulled the book out and began flipping through the pages until he arrived upon a page with a picture of a building on it.

"If what this book says is true, then this supposed 'family friend' is the current owner of a fairy-tail clinic that specializes in blood-transfusions that is able to cure any disease or alignment."

Jaune placed his hand on his chin and started to think. "Why'd you still buy the book though?"

Ren sighed as he closed the book and placed it into a pouch on his belt. "It's something that will hopefully keep Nora entertained." Jaune sat with his open for a few seconds, then close it along with nodding. "Makes sense."

The two looked at on another, nodded, and continued to walk down the sidewalk. This continued after the turn, then turning left at the archway after crossing the street. After they curved around the corner, a mysterious, yet welcoming change of scenery appeared before them. The two soon-to-be Hunters stopped dead in their tracks.

Jaune took a step back to look around the street they just came from, and then back to where Ren was standing. This was repeated a few more times until Ren grabbed his shoulders to stop him. Jaune had a confused look on his face along with a look of worry. "I don't think we're in Vacuo Anymore To…" Ren placed his hand up to his mouth and a finger up to his own. He then lowered his hands and pointed down the street. Down the street was a single individual leaning against the wall with a hat covering his face. Right above him was a sign with the same name as the one on the letter.

The two looked at one another with Jaune looking worried, while Ren had a cautious look on his face.

"Well, we have to start somewhere." A nervous laughter came from Jaune who stepped forward towards the shop.

1: Jaune alludes to Jeanne d'Arc, a medieval French war heroin and martyr. It is pronounced like Jean, the French form of John

2: 'Blutmesiter' is "Blood Master" in German, also known as the Master though the work of Blood.

3: What is Life is a famous book by Erwin Schrodinger which questions how the events in time and space which happen to a living organism be accounted for by Physics and Chemistry.

4: The Voyage of the Beetle is another famous book written by Charles Darwin which covers all the things that Darwin experience within a five-year time frame that should do with biology, geology, and anthropology.

Thank you all for reading this, I really do appreciate it. I don't have much to say besides if you have any comments, complaints, and or suggestions. PM them or leave wherever you normally would. Thank you once again.

Sincerely Professor Pancakes.