I'll never forget that day. The day when my little eyes took in the vast world around me. Even at such a young age I could comprehend, I could understand that my life was just a speck in the big ocean. There were many others, some like me and others completely different. In the end, it mattered little. Remnant was a big place and humanity had weathered the worst the Grimm could muster and survived and even started to thrive again.
But the Grimm never stopped plotting our destruction and they always came back.
I don't think I'll ever forget the horrors I've witnessed or the battles I've fought or the blood I've shed. Each battle was a scar on my soul, a testimony to just how far I had matured from the naive little boy who used to only worry about older sisters and bed times,.
Now I was a man. A bloodied man.
That fateful day...that day when I made my stand against the terror of Grimm and fought to protect what was mine.
It was the day that I saw how big the universe really was...and how tiny Remnant fit into it all.
Through that vortex and into a new reality, I learned about the true horrors that lusted after the end of Humanity.
Just like the other monstrosities that plagued us, the Grimm were but one species of terror.
The true horror was realizing that they were only a mere drop to the vast sea of horrors that wanted nothing more than to devour life as we know it
Those monsters made the Grimm seem tame and small in comparison.
I struggled but learned.
I bled but survived.
I suffered but lived.
I lost...and I won.
My name is Jaune Arc, and I was eight years old when the Grimm Horde first attacked my home.
Now…eight years later, I return.
And those damned Grimm better be ready, I'm about to demonstrate to them why exactly humanity is at the top of the food chain.