Jaune Arc lifted a hand, closing his eyes and making a grasping motion. The boulder shivered and began to shift as it moved in sync with Jaune's hand movements. He settled the boulder on the tower of rocks he had stacked and let his hand fall before clenching it into a fist. Lightning crackled down his arm, sparking and jolting like a broken electrical cable. He let out a sharp 'Hah!' and a sizzling bolt of lightning erupted from his hand, striking the stone he had stacked and melting them into molten rocks from the power in the lightning. Letting out a soft exhale as he dropped his hand, he turned to his father.
"Dad?"
His father looked as impassive as ever, getting up and walking towards his son. Jaune looked down and waited for his father's verdict. He was sparse with his praise and even more so with his smiles. Training often consisted of meditation and fighting, for every minute spent honing his skills, an hour would be spent learning how to manipulate his semblance and learning about his power. Jaune squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the verdict when a hand dropped onto his head. Jaune blinked in surprise and looked up at his father who gave him a proud smile and ruffled his hair affectionately.
"Well done." He said, "You've done very well to become this strong Jaune, I'm proud of you son."
Jaune eyes opened as he sat up straighter in the car seat he had been sleeping in. He had opted to take a train over a bullhead to Vale when it came to travel as he happened to get so motion-sick he referred to it as motion plague. He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn while stretching his arms up. With a sigh he lowered his arms and leaned his head against the cool glass of the train window, staring at the city that the train was beginning to turn towards. When he told his father about his dream of being a huntsman, his father had been too quiet and his face grave.
"It's a life full of misery and pain Jaune." He had said quietly to his son, "Being a huntsman means understanding that dying is very very possible, even probable. I know you have the potential to be strong, your connection to the Force is beyond what I had envisioned. Are you sure this is what you want?"
As his father explained his semblance, he referred to it as The Force.
It was the essence of life that endlessly existed, present in the air and an energy that emanated from every living thing. A person let almost unnoticeable wisps of their aura leak into the air as they went about their lives. Everything did, from a plant that grew in the dirt to the most microscopic organisms that existed in the air. Hunters let out larger bursts of aura throughout their lives as they were mostly using their aura in combat.
He then explained about the darkness that existed.
The soulless monsters known as the grimm radiated negativity and darkness, and that was a source of power as well. However, control over that was not easy, as it was as wild and untamed as the beasts that released it. It usually required an ironclad will that would never bend to the seduction of using only its power. For all of its incredible abilities, they were often seen as unnatural and could very easily hurt the innocent unintentionally.
Their family had the ability to tap into that energy, to use it to empower themselves and push themselves farther than most. It voice was a musical hum to Jaune that sang constantly in his ear, crooning contentedly. He smiled softly and waited for him to take the first steps toward his future.