There was something about the woman Jaune had first met in the woods behind his house a year ago. Perhaps it was the way she had refused help despite her injuries, or the way she was able to survive the isolation of the woods, either way, she had to be a huntress.
He could tell with the way she carried herself like his sisters, and how fast her wounds healed. His father said it had something to do with Aura, but what was Aura? It didn't matter at the moment, what mattered was that he was going to get her to teach him.
He, Jaune Arc, wanted to be a hero! And all Huntsmen and huntresses were heroes who kept the Grimm at bay.
However, Jaune Arc didn't think it would be so hard. He wasn't talented like his sisters, nor as skilled as his father, who like his sisters had little time to teach him anything, no; they were always preoccupied with defeating Grimm and protecting the people, but he couldn't fault them for that. It was his own inability.
His mother had always told him that good things come to those who are righteous and patient. As it may be, the huntress in the woods may very well be his good thing. Being as she was a short distance away from his house, she would be able to train him every day. Now if only he could get her to agree.
He krept quietly along the underbrush, eyes darting back and forth.
His parents had told him to stay away from the woods as Grimm were likely to appear, but he wasn't exactly going too far in. Only far enough to find the huntress. Besides, he was safe with the huntress.
"It isn't safe here, Arc," were the words that froze the young Arc's trail of thought. He turned around to gaze at unblinking silver. "Go home."
The words died in his mouth, but he couldn't just go home. He stared at the huntress who's name he had still yet to know.
The huntress sighed, using a hand to brush back her red bangs, but Jaune didn't miss the flicker in her eyes. It was always there, that niggling feeling that she was hiding something. Either way, it didn't matter if it was some secret huntress secret that only true huntresses knew?
"I can't train you, Arc." The huntress said after a moment, already used to his pestering. "Besides, I'm a stranger."
Jaune looked away, disappointed. It had already been six months of him asking, but only now did he realize that he wasn't getting anywhere. He looked up to stare at her steady gaze, and gave up. He knew when he wasn't welcome. "Sorry," he said dejectedly. "I'll ugh, stop bothering you."