So! Some people didn't figure out that 'May' from the prior chapter was 'May Zedong' and not an OC. An easy mistake to make, but It felt better using a minor character than someone more important like Emerald or Ruby you know? Because I kind of get tired of Fic's were the Protagonist meets a super important character in the Prologue… It feels kind of cheesy after the 70th Fic where Jaune has connections to all of team RWBY beforehand or was Cinder's BFF or saved Emerald from a life of Crime.

The Previous Chapter's Competition? Question? Meh. The Correct answer was 'Kaer Maga is from a table top RPG called Pathfinder, more specifically Curse of The Crimson Throne' A great Adventure Path, I recommend it! So the Pairing Idea's I received are interesting in their own ways and I'm going to consider it. Fair Warning, I'm a pretty huge Arkos Fan so It may not come through, I might play around with them though.

Now, as a few people have mentioned in the prior reviews, the prior chapter had too many 'walls of text' and I'll try to trim down each paragraph to be shorter! Thanks for your Reviews and Enjoy the next chapter!

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So, as a Side Note, I've Figured out that Fanfiction .Net despises the idea of using the 'Enter' Key as a paragraph and eats all of your Enter Inputs. Fucking Fantastic decision, I definitely didn't immediately reconsider putting this story on here and throwing it somewhere else that allows fucking paragraph spacing.

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"Ozpin, this is Insane!" Came the voice of the Deputy Headmistress, Glynda Goodwitch as she looked over the results of a medical exam concerning one Jaune Arc. Glynda Goodwitch, she was blonde haired woman in her late twenties. She wore her standard teaching attire, a white pleated top and a high waisted black pencil skirt, finishing off the ensemble was a bi-coloured cape, Black on the outside, Purple on the inside.

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She continued as her voice got more and more incredulous "Increased Bone Density, Increased Muscle Density, Increased Cardiovascular Efficiency, Increased Endocrinal Efficiency And this just scratches the surface! That was a basic scan! What did Merlot do to that boy!?" Her voice carried only a tinge of hysteria as she finished her rant.

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"Glynda please try to stay calm, The Students look up to you and if one of our most prominent huntresses starts panicking it could lead to campus wide panic. Truthfully, only one man alive knows the full extent of the modifications done to Jaune Arc. However, I have a theory" Ozpin replied, A Middle-aged man with silver hair as he drank from his mug. Wearing a Black Suit, Dark Green pants and dress shoes, a green cowl around his neck and his weapon of choice, his Cane in his off hand.

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"Dr Merlot was driven like very few men I've ever known, he was obsessed with the idea of 'Perfection' he believed Humanity to be flawed in some integral way and sought to rectify that flaw. He started his experiments on the Grimm, but with the fall of Mountain Glenn. He like so many others, was considered dead in the ensuing chaos. It is likely that the kidnapping and then experimentation of Jaune Arc was to further this goal of the 'Perfect Human'… and it seems he succeeded." Ozpin finished eyeing Jaune Arc through a one-way mirror as the boy underwent medical tests.

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"Revulsion for the man aside, what are we going to do with Jaune headmaster?" Glynda replied as she surveyed the young man's upper body, thoroughly disgusted by the myriad of scars she found. A scar over his right eye that started at his forehead stretched down to his cheek. Numerous dot shaped scars on his arms where Something had been Injected into the poor boy, it only got worse as his control of his…Ability waned for a moment and the flesh of his upper body seemed to roll in a twisted parody of a wave.

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"Send him home of course, just as we did to young May Zedong. Though he'll have to complete the medical exams first, His parents at the very least, should get a comprehensive overview of what has happened." Ozpin finished as he noticed the Young Lad's eyes flicker to the one-way mirror. How devious. As soon as Ozpin had mentioned his parents the young boy broke his cover… Glynda missed it, so did the medical team in the room with him. But if Ozpin hadn't known that Jaune couldn't see him… He'd say Jaune had looked right at him.

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"Enhanced Senses to a varying degree, as well." Ozpin noted and watched as the boys mouth twitch ever so slightly and curved up into a smile. Before Jaune's eyes flicked between Ozpin himself, Glynda each of the medical staff and if he had to bet, the four Hunters and Huntresses guarding the door, unless the Drywall was a considerable threat.

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"He can hear every word we're saying Glynda" Ozpin said, quite calmly taking no small amount of pleasure in watching his deputy's head flick between the boy and Ozpin himself.

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"Have you motived the scientist to comply yet, Watts?" A Cold Imperious voice spoke, not loudly but the sheer authority it held was enough to cow even the most resilient of Huntsmen. The Grimm she was speaking through hovered nearly five feet off the ground and had a small globular head, it supported itself by 8 tentacles that each had a wicked barb at the end.

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Watts, a rather well-dressed and stylish man, with brown hair and a well-kept moustache was kneeling before the Grimm, head bowed in submission to his Mistress. "Merlot has proven…Resistant to our efforts my lady, Hazel and I have recently introduced him to Tyrian. The two seem to get on rather well. In other news, Hazel has found a suitable candidate from Atlas. A young girl who was treated like a slave by her family-"

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"Enough Watts Are her Genes compatible with the Doctor's Experiments?" It wasn't really a question but a demand for confirmation before her patience ran out. The crimson eyes he could make out through the Grimm's abilities were narrowed in irritation.

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"Yes, my lady, I'd have not brought it up otherwise" Watts replied dutifully and submissively, awaiting any further demands from his mistress. He didn't enjoy submitting to others, but when confronted with a literal force of nature, an undisputable fact of Remnant… he had no choice but to submit.

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"Good. How are you progressing with subverting Lionheart?" Those lethal eyes relaxed slightly, and the voice was a great deal calmer.

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Watts felt a cold chill go down his spine, Lionheart had put up staunch resistance to everyone in their little group. "Unfortunately, Lionheart has proven resistant to our efforts. Even Tyrian's visits haven't made him waver. I fear you may need to intervene."

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An Irritated Sigh was his response as that voice replied "It's too much of a risk to reveal myself at this stage… Keep working on your Assignments. I need to consider our options carefully"

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Watts dutifully nodded his head and kept his head bowed as the Grimm left. Before standing, dusting himself off and getting back to work, maybe if the three of them visited Lionheart he'd more receptive… he'd always been a coward, though he wasn't acting like it right now.

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"Ozpin, It's three in the Oum-damned morning. . ?" A Deep voice Snarled down the scroll. This was Galahad Arc, Jaune's Father. Named after one of his ancient ancestors who fought with the Original Crocea Mors. Galahad was huge physically, standing at terrifying 6'6 with more muscle than a damned Ursa and a mane of long blonde hair that flowed just past his shoulders at the back and cropped somewhat shorter at the sides he'd earned the nickname 'Lion of Mistral'.

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Galahad was currently in shorts and a T-shirt because he'd sleeping before his Oum Damned Scroll Went Off. He was sitting in his Study, dozens of training manuals and Arc family journals littered the Bookshelf a dozen of photographs of his family pinned to the board behind his Desktop PC. Ozpin and Galahad were often in communication since Jaune's disappearance, The Other headmasters had all but given up the search, but Ozpin hadn't. In the Valean huntsman corp. there had been a standing bounty for the return of Jaune Arc starting at £1000 (AN: I'll be substituting the Pound Symbol for Lien, just because it's easier) for information about his whereabouts up to £5000 for his direct rescue and return.

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"Galahad, we've found him" was Ozpin's firm but quiet reply. The Elder Arc froze scarcely believing his ears. His emotions racing the gambit of Shock, Happiness, Anger, Elation… It had been three years, but his son had been found and would be coming home. He couldn't put into words just how happy he was. The other villagers of Kaer Maga had acted like Jaune had been dead a year into the search, but he'd been adamantly against having a Tombstone placed. To him, it would have been giving up on his Son, on his family.

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"Where is he Ozpin?" Galahad replied, suddenly feeling as if his mouth was dry and his heart would jump into his throat. His mind was already making plans, taking his vacation days, booking a Bullhead and suffering the Motion Sickness, naturally bringing his Huntsman weapon with him Just in Case.

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"He's sitting in the Beacon Infirmary being looked over by our medical team." Galahad heard an almost resigned sigh as Ozpin continued "Galahad, He's been experimented on to create a new stage of human evolution" Galahad froze, how could he not… his Son, his pride and joy who was going to follow in his footsteps had been Experimented On. Hands shaking Galahad only growled out a single word. But it carried enough sheer hate in it to surprise Ozpin.

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"Who"

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"As of yet, we don't know. The more important thing however" Ozpin chided, clearly annoyed at how Galahad was focusing on his enemy instead of his son, when he should be ecstatic he has his son back at all. "Is that the experimentation has done no damage at all to young Jaune and from what we've seen, were complete successes. To put it bluntly my old friend, he's stronger, faster and more resilient than any human alive. He'll be stronger than you ever were given time and training" Ozpin's tone had turned teasing over the last two sentences, knowing Galahad's pride wouldn't allow him to admit his own Son might surpass him.

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"I don't know about that Ozzy, Jaune's an Arc, he'll be a legend in his own right. But better than me? I don't think so" Galahad finished only somewhat jokingly, he'd had a pretty impressive career in his own right. He wasn't exactly up there with Ozpin, Ironwood or Lionheart, but he'd been damned impressive in his time. On par with the fame of team STRQ from Beacon at the very least.

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"Oh Really? Well in that case, the fact that his muscles are magnitudes stronger than an adult human, that his bones are magnitudes denser, that his senses are on par with a Faunus if not better, that his IQ is 135 at 10 years old and the fact that he can manipulate his body at will shouldn't bother you at all then, Right?" The monologue had started off innocently enough, but about the point Ozpin mentioned Faunus a hint of Smug had entered his voice, by the point he had mentioned Jaunes ability, his voice had become quite smug yet somehow deadpan.

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The confused response he got back was "What do you mean by manipulate his body at will? Can't well all?" Ozpin sighed, of course that was what Galahad had gotten out of that little rant. Ozpin had to expand on it but didn't know how to explain this properly.

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"Galahad, I don't understand the full range of this myself, but I'll explain it to the best of my knowledge. Until I'm finished, please don't interrupt. To begin, Jaune has an ability that allows him to change his bodies physical make up at will, think of it like being a shapeshifter and morphing between forms, But in addition to morphing between disguises he can also change things like his arms to form Swords or Claws, in fact one of his favourite forms is an insect-like carapace type of armour that can cover his entire body and proved resistant to anything but Dust or Elemental Attacks."

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Galahad was trying to imagine it, but couldn't the very idea was just… preposterous but Ozpin wouldn't lie to him about this. That wasn't Ozpin's style, this was worrying, but it in a way it was also great. Before Jaune had been kidnapped, he'd always wanted to be a huntsman. To be the 'Hero' he always pictured his dad to be. It was one of his fondest memories, his little boy telling him that he wanted to be just like him when he grew up. He'd gotten Jaune a wooden sword and shield for his 6th birthday and started teaching him how to use it, his Wife, Helaine had rolled her eyes and indulged Galahad.

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It was hard not to when she had 7 little girls who wanted to be like their mother. Just as he was thinking this, a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and a head was placed on his shoulders, he sighed. Used to this sort of tactic by now, when they'd first been married she used to do this a lot and laugh at his reactions… after nearly 12 years he'd come to expect it. Galahad sighed and asked the question "How long have you been standing there?" Getting a small giggle in reply.

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"Since you got out of bed, you big lug. I love a lot of things about you, but you're not very subtle Galahad. How are you Ozpin?" Helaine said as she kissed Galahad's neck.

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"I'm quite alright Helaine, as you've no doubt heard, we found Jaune. We're currently running a few more medical tests to ensure he's perfectly healthy but you're perfectly welcome to wait on campus if you'd like. I've kept you long enough, Goodnight, Galahad, Helaine" Ozpin ended the call and sighed. Soon Jaune Arc would be back home and Galahad would begin training the young lad to become a huntsman.

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It was unfair, he reflected to manipulate Jaune's father into training him as a huntsman… but Jaune had wanted to be one and in the end… Against Her the power Jaune wielded would be necessary before the end. There may be no victory in strength, but strength could certainly alleviate losses.

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In the end, it took nearly two weeks for all the medical exams to be complete as each new revelation brought up new problems and required deeper analysis. It was projected from the finalized exams that Jaune would become incredibly strong by the time he was an adult. He would eventually be able to pick up, lift and catch cars and trucks. His muscles were not enhanced in just Strength ether, He'd always be much faster than the average Human or Faunus, but a huntsman with a speed semblance or pumping enough Aura would be able to out speed him.

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His bones would take an Incredible amount of force to break, not that they tried of course. But from examinations alone it would take an immense amount of force. He'd barely felt certain reaction speed tests at 10-year-old, they projected that each of these would increase until he reached his late thirties and from what they could tell wouldn't really diminish. He'd still age, and eventually expire but he wouldn't really get weaker with age. In a sense, Dr Merlot had created a species of human that once they hit their physical peak, would stay in that physical peak until the day they died.

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His Senses were greatly enhanced, but only to the level of a faunus, they lacked the ridiculous increases Merlot had implemented in other enhancements. Ozpin hypothesized that it was because eventually such sensitive senses would overwhelm the individual, Faunus were already weakened greatly by the Standard Flashbangs/Concussion Grenades carried by the Valean Army. To increase the senses even further would be more Detrimental than beneficial.

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Jaune's Aura reserves were truly monstrous, he had more Aura than a full huntsman at age 10, and the projections showed he'd only gain more as he grew. It had been activated but somehow Jaunes Ability eventually named 'Blacklight' due to the nature of the glow it seemed to give off when in certain circumstances would stop Jaune's Aura from functioning while in use and Vice Versa. Jaune could use his Aura for a while but would be unable to use his Blacklight abilities for the duration, and while using Blacklight he would be unable to use Aura.

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They found out during this test, that Jaune also had a small regenerative effect when he wasn't using his Blacklight or Aura. Small Cuts would heal in 5-10 seconds, Deeper cuts could take anywhere from 30-60 seconds and more serious wounds would take Hypothetically 10-60 minutes.

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Jaunes Parents had come to see him 4 days after that phone call, and both had instantly swept him up in their arms. Without knowing it, they had disproved his worries and fears in a single instant, The Two adult Arcs hadn't left Jaunes side outside of him needing to go to the bathroom. Jaune and his parents were constantly talking over that two-week period, talking about anything and everything. After three years apart, none of them wanted to be separated and his Parents even slept in his hospital ward.

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It wasn't long before Ozpin had the rest of the Arc Brood to meet their Brother and it was more akin to a stampede than a rush to touch, hug and talk to their brother. Though he considered them all his 'little sisters' in truth, Alex and Morgan were both older than him by a year though they were fairly short. Alex and Morgan had been the worst affected when he disappeared, they'd been in charge of looking after him and the rest of the kids when he'd been taken. His dad was off on a big hunter mission and his mother had had to visit another village for diplomatic talks.

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Eventually, Jaune had been given a clean bill of health and had been discharged from Beacon's Infirmary. His sisters were still clingy of course, and they'd continue to be clingy for years to come, his parents had of course become determined, to keep an eye on all their children far more closely than they had. Galahad still went on Hunter Missions and Helaine still went travelling when necessary, but they co-ordinated their schedule so at least one of them was always with the children.

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Jaune, couldn't help but enjoy the attention from his Sisters. It was proof every single day that he had been stupid to think that anyone would have forgotten him, that they'd have moved on. It was a balm on his soul, soothing the burns his fears had made. His Sisters were supportive in just about everything… except one. They didn't like the idea of him being a huntsman, He'd explained it as best he could. But to his little sisters all they really knew was that he'd be leaving at some point, his elder sisters were worried that he'd get hurt training to be a huntsman.

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It didn't stop him from training, as much as it hurt him to upset his sisters with a body like his it would be a massive waste to do anything else. He'd wanted to be a huntsman since he was 4 years old, listening to his dads' stories about his team and how they were his best friends and he kept up with them to the day. Having Friends like that, a team like that and being the Hero, he'd always heard about and read about in the Arc Family Journals was what he wanted.

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As he trained under his father, he swiftly came to realize that his father didn't train one slowly and methodically, he was the kind of teacher who would powerbomb you into the deep end and if you swam, great! If you sank well, you'd just have to learn to do better. Suffice to say, Galahad Arc was not a good teacher. A fantastic huntsman to be certain, a good leader? Damn straight, a fantastic tactical general? See above. A Teacher? No.

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Jaunes first lesson went something a little like this;

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Jaune stood across from his father in a small clearing, the grass was a vibrant green and sprinkled with morning dew, because it was Six AM It was the latest part of Spring and heading into Summer, so it was fairly warm. Trees surrounded the clearing, unlike what he'd later learned was the 'Forever Fall' the trees around Kaer Maga were fairly normal.

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Powerful and tall oak trees that were near ancient as they were easily approaching a third story building, rich and sturdy brown bark and vibrant foliage. "TRAINING STARTS NOW" Galahad roared suddenly, knocking Jaune out of his thoughts and subsequently across the entire clearing with a kick to the chest. As his body slammed upside down into the bark and he fell flat on his face with only the lightest of discomfort, he was more annoyed than anything. As he stumbled back to his feet and tried to set his father on fire with his glare, his father laughed deep.

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"Boy, if you want to be a huntsman you need to keep an eye on your surroundings and enemies. A Grimm won't wait for you to be ready to fight and in some cases, people won't either. So, you must always be ready. Now, come at me with everything you have, even the Blacklight" Galahad Ordered Sternly.

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Jaune exploded towards his father, the ground cracking just a little from his leap, fist reared back and full intention to hurt in his eyes. Jaune watched in horror as his father simply, sidestepped his leap and kicked him in the back as he passed. The added propulsion sent him slamming into a tree on the opposite side of the clearing, this pattern repeated. This was going well. So, leaping at him like a berserker wasn't going to work…

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As Jaune got back to his feet, he focused on what little instruction he'd been given by Merlot; Probe Defences, Analyse Weaknesses, Bait, Exploit. It was a simple mantra and it was the basics he'd been given because it would apply to many situations from commanding his own team, to individual fighting, to leading an army. As he stood, he decided to use the BlackLight, he'd always felt kind of bad for needing to rely on it, but against his father he'd need every advantage. He Formed the giant sword arm that he'd used to save himself and May, huh… he hadn't seen her again after being taken away by Ozpin. He'd been told that she had been reunited with her family. Shaking his head, he focused back on his arm… well, if he had a sword… he started willing his other arm to form a shield.

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The look on his father's face would be one of Jaunes fondest memories for years to come as his sons arms suddenly morphed into a greatsword and shield combo and the young lad rushed him, coming at him quickly but not recklessly. Every thrust or slash being followed up with a vicious shield bash that was meant to pulp ribs. His father batted away every thrust, slash and shield bash but at least he had to respond, he couldn't rely on side-stepping, which was an improvement. Not to mention Galahad Arc was smiling.

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It was after a particularly vicious slash that Galahad kicked out Jaunes legs from under him landing him flat on his back wondering why he was looking at the sky. "Better Boy! Better! Your Offense is fine, needs touch ups here and there, your stance needs to be a little lower to the ground, your legs need to be spread a tad more. You like to be on the offensive and that's fine, but don't over extend, it'll give your opponent things to exploit. If you hadn't over extended on that last slash I wouldn't have been able to trip you like that." Galahad smirked at Jaunes nod and reached over his shoulder, drinking in the look of stupefied horror as Galahad Arc drew Durandal from his back and held it in front of him in one hand. Durandal was an ancient Blade of the Arc Family, it was wielded by Charlemagne Arc. Durandal was a monster of a sword, befitting the man who weld it, a Greatsword class blade that was easily if his father was tall in its totality. The Blade alone was five and a half feet with another Two for the handle of the blade.

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It was made of Dust-Infused steel, which at the time was a revolutionary blacksmithing technique that infused dust while the metal was being heated and banged into shape. It was a difficult and archaic practice, but it meant that Durandal didn't need dust to do any form of elemental damage, when the blade was infused with Aura it would catch alight and become a shining beacon to its allies. The flame would follow the blade when it swung, every swing sending flame rocketing into its target. A Mecha-shift weapon may be far more versatile, but few weapons infused as much terror as a 5 ½ foot flaming greatsword being swung at you. Jaune of course realising his father was going to swing that Monstrosity at him decided that discretion was the better part of valour and formed his Carapace Armour, covering himself head-to-toe in the Blacklight armour. It would hopefully protect him. Hopefully.

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"If you're done getting ready, Let's work on your Defence, Son." The smirk that followed Galahad Arc's statement would have sent any lesser man running for the hills, it very nearly sent Jaune running for the hills. Galahad launched himself at Jaune bringing the blade above his head and down in an overhead chop, Jaune being inexperienced saw the incoming swing and raised his shield arm to block the blow. Mistake. The Force of the blow alone nearly sent Jaune to his knees, His father frowned and continued swinging. Jaune out of luck rather than desire managed to block quite a few of those overhead chops. Finally, what Galahad was waiting for happened. Jaune was a mite too slow to block the swing and instead ended up deflecting it to the side as the force of his shield slamming into the blade threw off Galahad's aim. As Galahad continued swinging he noticed that Jaune was gaining confidence and wasn't trying to take hits as much as he was trying to bat them to the side. Good. Let's see if he can keep up that speed, shall we?

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Galahad upped his speed, Jaune may have advantages over other huntsmen-in-training but Galahad Arc was going to be dead and buried long before his son became lazy and rested on his laurels. Jaune Arc was going to be the best damn huntsman that Remnant had ever seen, and Galahad was going to be their pushing him to his very limits at every single turn. He would be the best or die trying, odds are the BlackLight would save him anyway. Galahad shook himself from that morbid thought as he kept throwing the same swing at Jaune until Jaune could block, dodge and parry it and then he would move to the next type of attack. Mixing up attacks, throwing feints, trying to trip him. Galahad started using any tactic to catch him off guard and then repeatedly used this tactic over and over again until Jaune could defeat it. Then he would go faster and faster until it became an all-out spar.

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All of Jaune's training sessions were like this over his 7 year training, some used different weapons to get used to them, some even factored in guns and other ranged weapons. Debilitating agents on weapons. Galahad Arc ensured that Jaune Arc was prepared for nearly any situation that may befall the young lad. On the Studying side of things, Jaune was sadly…. Lacking. He wasn't unintelligent and thanks to his family he had a good grasp on the essentials, He could never really find the motivation to study hard for things. Things like Grimm Anatomy and History were great subjects, easily his favourite. Reading about his enemies to learn about how to fight them was incredibly interesting. For Example, the Deathstalker while incredibly powerful and very tough to kill wasn't that hard to defeat, The Deathstalker traded mental prowess for incredibly physical power. A common tactic was to trick the Deathstalker into stinging itself to peel off it's armour when the stinger retracted and then to focus fire that point until it died.

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It also, like many Grimm had no armour on it's underbelly, if you could flip it onto its back you'd basically won the battle then and there! Of course, the trade off is that it was a powerful melee fighter. Its pincers had been known to crush Cars and Bullheads with ease, It's stinger on a direct hit could pierce straight Aura, flesh and bone. Its armour had been known to take Anti-Bullhead Rounds and the result had been a pissed off Deathstalker. History was also fascinating to the young Arc, where humanity came from and what they overcame was always interesting. Especially when there were Arcs involved as his family had been around for a very long time and were a long line of huntsmen. Unfortunately, outside of major incidences in human history he was sadly lacking, he couldn't tell you anything about the Schnee Family for instance or why the White Fang had become terrorists.

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Hell, he didn't even know who that cute girl on the cereal he'd eaten for last 7 years was. It simply didn't stick with the young blonde. Though not for lack of trying.

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Welp, here is Chapter 2!

I think it's about the same length as the first, though I tried to space it out better. Like I said at the top of the chapter, I'm taking things on board, so by all means offer critique and criticism.

Chapter 2's Big Question! 'The Former Chapter (the first) more specifically, it's first scene was based loosely off of one of my favourite video games, Which Video Game Was It?' If anyone can send me a PM with the right answer, they can suggest something for the story, a plot line, a pairing, even a scene if It's interesting enough!

So as always, cheers for reading and please review!