Here we go, start of the RWBY cannon. *sigh alright I guess I have to do it. I do not own RWBY blah blah you know the rest. Oh yeah, thanks for those reviews that gave me a heads up that there will be a season 3 of RWBY! Rest in Peace Monty!
They set at a casual pace down the road to the landing pad in town that would take Jaune to Vale via airship. The blonde boy carried only a knapsack and a duffel bag filled with the essentials for his stay at Beacon. His grandfather walked beside him and the two walked in companionable silence.
"Do you have everything you need?" his grandpa asked.
Jaune sighed. "Yes. Seriously, I checked and double checked my stuff as I was packing. Mom even sorted through it before we left to just to make sure."
Suffice to say, his mother was even more anxious about the departure than he was. She kept fussing over him and asked him if he remembered to bring extra underpants seven times. The fact that he was the only male among his siblings made him stick out in the eyes of his parents. In the end, they shared a long goodbye hug and he promised to see them all again soon.
The only one who didn't see him off was his dad. He couldn't blame him though. Being a hunter meant having a lot of responsibilities. Still, it would have been nice to hear from him before going off on this new adventure.
Jonah chuckled. "Your mother is going to be hard to deal with for the next couple of days. No doubt she'll be fretting about her only son."
"Yep, and without me around, you'll have to deal with the girls while dad's still on his mission." Jaune smirked.
His grandfather shuddered. "Don't remind me. Your sisters are a handful as they are."
The two of them shared a laugh as they continued down the road.
As they walked, Jaune was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he was going to the one place he'd dreamed about since he was a little boy. Beacon Academy was one of the greatest schools in all of Remnant. Some of the best Hunters and Huntresses were once students from there. He was more than determined to be one of them.
He was also a bit excited. He didn't want to admit it but Jaune had been itching to go ever since he passed their entrance exams that his grandfather had signed him up for. The reason for this was simple.
It would be a fresh start for him.
He could be anybody he wanted. Nobody knew him as "that weird kid" or "the scrawny kid". He won't let that happen this time. Who knows? Maybe he could actually make some real friends at Beacon, friends that would accept him for who he was. He almost sighed in anticipation.
They made it onto the platform and waited for the airship to arrive. He would be going to Vale first then he had to take another airship to Beacon tomorrow. The two Arcs stood in a waiting area on the landing strip.
"This is really it." Jaune said as if just realizing it. It all seemed like a dream up to this point.
"Are you nervous?"His grandpa asked.
"A little," Jaune replied.
"Good. Remember what I told you?"
"Only a fool doesn't know when to be afraid."
"That's right and don't you forget it." His grandpa nodded. "But you can relax, Jaune. Your time at Beacon will be good for you. Make friends, study hard, and always remember the things I've taught you."
"I will gramps." Jaune said.
"Here, I have something for you."
Jonah then began to unwrap the package he had brought with him ever since they left home. Jaune had been curious about it but never bothered to ask why his grandfather had brought it. Now he saw what was inside.
It was a broad sword, an awesome looking one in Jaune's opinion. It was double sided just like his regular one but it looked twice as sharp and held a certain gleam to it. The handle had a leather grip and a small blue Dust crystal could be seen in the middle of the cross-guard. The pommel was carved into a head of a lion.
Jonah offered him the handle. "Try it out."
Jaune hesitantly reached for the sword. As soon as he wrapped his hands on the handle, he felt a strange sensation pass through him. He couldn't explain it but it felt like a sense of warmth flowed from his hand gripping the sword and into his whole body. It was oddly comforting, he thought.
Jaune got into a position and swung it a few times in a series of moves his grandfather had taught him. He was surprised by how light it was. The balance was perfect. He easily flew into the cuts, slashed and thrusts. The sword almost made it seem effortless. The blonde couldn't help but laugh a little bit by how exhilarating it felt.
His grandfather often told him that the sword was an extension of your arm. The other swords he used to train were often too heavy, too long, and sometimes the balance wasn't right. They felt like prosthetic arms that couldn't quite compare to the original. This sword however felt like it was made just for him.
He heard a chuckle nearby. "Enjoying yourself?"
Jaune turned to where his grandfather had an amused smile on his face and he scratched his head in embarrassment. He must have gotten too into what he was doing.
"What do you think?" Jonah asked as he approached him.
"It's amazing. Where'd you get this?" Jaune asked as he handed it back to his grandfather.
"It's been in the family for generations." His grandfather replied. "My father has held this sword in battle countless of times in the past and so did his father."
"How come I've never seen you use it?"
His grandpa chuckled sadly. "I'm afraid that I was feeling a little bit unworthy of wielding such a weapon. Back then, I was just like you my boy. I often doubted whether I could become a great warrior or not. When my father showed me this and told me that he had used this in the war, I felt like I could never measure up to that. So I forged my own sword and managed to become a Hunter anyway. When my father died I told myself that one day I would find someone who I could give it to. And so I did."
Jaune had never felt more honored than he was at this moment. "Why didn't you give it to dad when he became a Hunter? Why choose me?"
His grandfather sighed. "I was considering it but I'm afraid your father was too ambitious and he always wanted to branch out from the family and come into his own without any help. There's nothing wrong with that, mind you, and I respect him for wanting to follow his own path. Besides, I don't think he would have been able to bring out the sword's full potential like you."
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Jaune asked, confused.
He handed the sword back to Jaune. "How does it feel?"
Jaune considered the question before answering. "Well, it's kind of lighter than I expected."
"That's good. It means I chose the right person." His grandpa said. "To you it feels light but to be honest with you lad, that thing is pretty heavy. I also tried to use it once but the balance wasn't right. I would probably spend more time fumbling with it than fighting with it."
"So...that means what exactly?" Jaune said.
Jonah patted his grandson's shoulder. "It means that you're probably the only one who could use this weapon properly. I can't tell you exactly how I know that but it's the truth."
Jaune decided to let that sink in for a moment and stared at the sword in his hand. This sword has been in the family for a long time. The sword has seen battle and survived a war. The sword that has denied his grandfather, one of the bravest and strongest warriors he knew, now works only for him. How in Remnant was that possible?
As if reading his mind, Jonah spoke up again. "It actually has a fascinating history if I recall. A long time ago, that sword was embedded in a large Dust crystal. Men from all the kingdoms attempted pull it out of the crystal but none of them succeeded in the endeavor. Then, one day, a young man managed to pull it out effortlessly when a great calamity struck the land. With the sword in his hand, he managed to save everyone from the peril and eventually grew to be a king. He named the sword Excalibur. Well, such is the legend."
Jaune was about to ask something but the sound of a loud jet engine interrupted his thoughts.
"Well, I guess this is it," Jonah said.
Jaune nodded and sheathed the sword in his collapsible shield. He then caught his grandpa unprepared when he pulled the man into a hug. Jonah patted his back and they separated a moment later.
"Take care of yourself, boy." His grandfather tousled his hair. "Stay out of trouble."
"Come on gramps, it's me we're talking about." Jaune replied cockily as he slung his knapsack over his shoulder and his duffle bag on the other.
"That's why I'm worried." Jonah muttered as he watched his grandson board the ship. The boy turned back for a moment for one last wave then before he knew it, the airship was taking off.
Jaune arrived in Vale that night and decided to take a stroll through town. The flight was torture as he was reminded of his airsickness so he thought that he'd at least familiarize himself with the place and try to dispel some of the nausea he felt. He got a quick glimpse of Beacon as the airship landed. He was reminded of how close he was. Only a few more hours and he'd be there in person.
The blonde casually made his way through the streets in his black hoodie, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers. His usual attire usually included pieces of armor and his weapon but he decided that it wouldn't be necessary for a simple walk. Jaune was about to regret that decision as he rounded the next corner.
A small dust store with the name of "From Dust Till Dawn" came into view. However, what really caught Jaune's attention was the small gang of shady looking people approaching the shop. People in the streets quickly made themselves scarce as they passed. In the lead was a man in a white coat, a bowler hat on his head, a cane, and a cigar in his mouth.
The whole situation reeked of trouble.
He ducked into a nearby alley to avoid being seen. He heard the men enter the shop. He risked a glance from the alley and saw two of the men stationed themselves outside, probably as lookouts. The two of them were dressed alike and they each carried red swords.
He silently berated himself for leaving his weapons back at the apartment he was renting for the night.
Stay vigilant at all times. His grandfather often said. He'd probably chew Jaune out for such a rookie mistake. Now that store was probably being robbed or something. The blonde couldn't just stand here and do nothing. Wasn't he going to Beacon to learn how to become a hero? Heroes saved and protected people. He had to help somehow.
He pulled his hood up so that it hid most of his features. He took a deep breath and walked out of the alley with his hands in his pockets and his head down.
Jaune casually approached the two men and pretended not to see them as he tried to enter the shop.
"Hey, store's closed kid." One of them said as he blocked Jaune's path by steeping in front of him and brandishing his sword menacingly.
"Oh dude is that a sword? That is so cool man! Where'd you get those?" Jaune spoke in his best nerdy teenager voice. "I always wanted one of those, but you know my mom won't let me, which sucks. I bet I could do some super awesome moves with that thing, you know?"
The two goons shared a confused look. Was this kid for real?
"Beat it kid before you get what's coming to you." The other one said.
Jaune let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine, but I have to do one thing first."
"What's that?"
"This," and with one swift motion he delivered a strong punch to one of them in the gut that made him double over and sent a quick roundhouse kick to the face of the other one. Jaune followed up with a powerful elbow to the neck of the one he socked in the gut and the man slumped to the ground unconscious.
The other goon had recovered and began to slash at Jaune with his sword. He sidestepped an overhead cut and put some distance between them. He got into a hand to hand combat stance as the goon readied his sword.
Inside the shop, he heard a sound of something crashing. Looks like things were getting lively in there. People might be getting hurt as of this moment. He needed to end this fast and get inside to see what's going on.
Instead of staying on the defensive, despite lacking the proper weapons and armor, Jaune rushed toward his opponent.
Time seemed to slow down for a moment as years of training seemed to kick in. He could see the enemy raising his sword in preparation for a diagonal slash. The man was about to step toward him with his right foot first. That left the goon wide open and soon, he's going to realize that it was a huge mistake.
The goon brought down his sword but Jaune avoided the blow by stepping to the right. Not wasting time, he grabbed the man's wrist that held the sword and kept it steady while he delivered a clean hit to the man's face with his free hand. Jaune also twisted the man's arm, making the sword clatter to the ground. And in one swift motion, the blonde pivoted and hauled the man over his shoulder and slammed him into the ground hard.
The blonde kicked the sword away while the goon groaned in pain.
Then, that was when two people came crashing out the window and into the street.
Ruby had been minding her own business, until the rude robbers decided to spoil her evening. There she was, browsing through some magazines at the Dust shop and listening to her music. She thought she heard the entrance to the shop opening but she paid it no mind. She was too engrossed in her magazine that featured all the latest weapons to care at the moment.
The out of nowhere some jerk suddenly pulled down her hood rather roughly and demanded that she put her hands in the air.
"Are you…robbing me?" She asked.
"Yes!" He said.
So she did the natural thing and gave him a kick that sent him flying. Soon after that, another robber came and decided to point his gun at her. After a brief stare down, Ruby put more force into her kick and they both crashed out the window and onto the street.
She decided to get serious and brought out Crescent Rose in scythe form. She twirled it around for effect then turned off her music.
Ruby was surprised by what she saw outside when she looked at her surroundings. Two more thugs were on the ground, along with the one she knocked out the window. One of them looked unconscious and the other was clutching his broken nose in pain.
A person stood over one of the robbers. He, she assumed it was a male, wore a black hoodie, a pair of blue jeans and some sneakers. Ruby couldn't see his face properly because his hood was up but she could faintly make out his dark blue eyes peering at her in curiosity.
Her attention immediately turned to the situation at hand when the leader of the shady bunch spoke up. "Okaay…Well, get her!"
The other robbers rushed out of the store to face her but apparently they didn't know about the guy in the hood. As the robbers were exiting the shop, he quickly dashed to the side and stuck his foot out just outside the door. All the robbers took an unexpected dive and tripped onto the pavement.
Ruby snickered at the sight while the guy in the bowler hat rubbed his face in annoyance. However, her amusement was short-lived as the robbers quickly stood and surrounded her. Two of them went after the guy in the hoodie. She wanted to go help him but she needed to deal with her attackers first.
She made short work of them with Crescent Rose. Her attackers were no match for her as she easily disposed of them. In her peripheral vision, Ruby could see the other guy kicking some serious bad guy butt as well and he didn't even have a weapon. The guy had some serious skills.
She knocked her last attacker off of his feet and the man landed next to the bowler hat man.
"You were worth every cent. Truly, you were." The man muttered to himself. "Well, kiddies, I think it's been an eventful evening and as much as I would love to stick around…"
He pointed his cane at her and a barrel opened up at the bottom. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways."
"Not if I can help it." The guy in the hoodie said. Nobody saw him move but he was already right next to the bowler hat guy just as he pulled the trigger on his cane. The boy managed to get his hands on the weapon and redirected the aim so that it was pointed upward.
The weapon fired and the shot exploded in midair. Thankfully it didn't hit any of the buildings or else civilians might have gotten hurt.
"Persistent little brat." Roman growled in annoyance. He quickly sent a kick to the boy's abdomen but before the attack made contact, his target hopped out of the way and stood next to Ruby.
"Nice moves you got there." Ruby heard the guy say to her.
"Uh thanks. You're not bad yourself." She responded. He didn't turn to look at her and instead remain fixed on the bad guy so she couldn't see his face. He sounded like a teenager but it was hard to estimate his age.
Roman was starting to get pissed. These little brats had managed to put a wrench in their plans. Now he needed to find another way to get to the Bullhead that was waiting for him.
Ruby was about to launch herself at the guy but the sound of a large engine startled her. The two of them turned around and saw a Bullhead hovering above them. They covered their eyes as a bright light was pointed at them from the airship. Thanks to this, their visibility has significantly dropped.
"Well, it's been fun but playtime is over kids." Roman said as he reached for the ladder that was dropped for him and quickly began to climb. Half-way up the ladder, he tossed down a red crystal and fired his cane. The shot made contact and the dust crystal exploded.
However, his victory was cut short as he saw a set of purple glyphs vanish and the two kids were now joined by a pretty blonde woman with glasses and a purple cape. She was pointing her riding crop upward and Roman guessed that she was the one who stopped the explosion.
Ruby was practically in awe of the battle that followed. Roman had disappeared in the ship but a woman with her face concealed in shadows engaged the huntress that saved them in combat. It was amazing. Every attack they sent at each other was quickly countered. At one point the huntress had to pull her out of the way as the ground erupted in flames.
She tried to help by firing a couple of rounds with her weapon but it proved ineffective against the mysterious foe.
In the end, the Bullhead managed to get away. It was then that she remembered about the other guy in the hoodie. She turned around to face him only to see that he was gone.
Professor Ozpin took a sip of his coffee as he studied the footage on his scroll. He sat in his office reviewing the battle that took place a couple of hours ago. It was quite interesting, to say the least.
Ruby Rose had remarkable potential for one so young. Her skill with her scythe was comparable to her uncle who was a great Huntsman. It would also appear that she wished to be a Huntress when he spoke to her about why a girl like her attended a school that was meant for warriors. Her reasons were noble but she was still a bit too young. Perhaps her time here at Beacon would allow her to hone her talents and mature into a fine young Huntress.
It may have been a little rushed but he had managed to fill out the necessary paper work. Her skills were more than satisfactory for the entrance exam. As of tomorrow, Ruby will be part of batch of students that will be arriving.
The video then played to the part where the mysterious hooded young man made an appearance.
Ozpin watched as the boy approached the two lookouts outside of the shop and appeared to be talking to them before he caught them off guard by striking first. The boy was no push over it seemed. He easily beat the two thugs with his hand to hand combat skills.
The professor also couldn't help but smile in amusement as the boy tripped the rest of the robbers as they were exiting the shop. The boy was either very stupid or very confident in his abilities to pull such a stunt. Ozpin assumed it was the latter and his assumption was proven correct by the next part of the video.
When Roman Torchwick pointed his cane at Ruby, the boy acted with little hesitation. It was faint but Ozpin saw a little glow of white around the boy's feet that allowed him to clear the distance between them in record time. He replayed that part a couple of times just to make sure. There was no doubt about it. The boy knew how to activate and use his Aura.
Only a very skilled individual could use his Aura to enhance his abilities, assuming that he unlocked it by himself. It spoke volumes of the boy's prowess. Plus, he managed to direct the shot where there would be the least amount of casualties and destruction.
Not only was the boy brave, he was also a quick thinker on his feet. It was a trait that every great Hunter needed.
Ozpin hit the pause button on the video as the boy slipped out in the midst of the chaos as soon as Glynda arrived. A tactical retreat, the professor assumed, because he knew that he would only be a liability in the battle. He was about to duck into a nearby alley when the professor caught a glimpse of his face and he smiled.
"Well, well, Mr. Arc. It would seem that I have another interesting student that I will be keeping an eye out for this year."
Jaune lied awake in his bed that night as he thought about the events that had just transpired.
That girl with the scythe was something else. She looked to be around a year or two younger than him but she still managed to impress the hell out of him. Her skill with using a weapon that was just as tall as her showcased her ridiculous amount of talent. She was practically tossing the bad guys around like rag dolls.
Was she a student at Beacon too? Did they even have an age limit at the school? And the more important question played around in his head. Were all of the students at Beacon that good?
It was an overwhelming thought. He wouldn't be surprised if all the students were just as proficient if not better than the girl he saw. The school obviously handpicks the best of the best so he should have expected this.
He clenched his fist. So what? He got in himself, didn't he? He got accepted into Beacon so he was probably at an acceptable level but the display tonight showed him that he needed to step up his game if he wanted to get far, especially after he saw what a real Huntress in action looked like up close.
Wow, he had never doubted that Huntsmen were awesome but to see one in combat in person was something else.
He slipped away when he figured that he could no longer be of assistance. He didn't have a weapon and even if he did, he couldn't attack at long range. It was for the best that the Huntress had room to focus on the task and not have to worry about him getting in the way.
He didn't worry about the other girl getting hurt now that a professional was there to step in but he did frown when he thought about that Roman Torchwick fellow. That guy was trouble. He's made a couple of headlines in the news with his crimes.
His eyelids started to feel heavy and he let out a yawn. He put all of those thoughts at the back of his mind at the moment. Tomorrow was the day. He needed all the rest he could get. Who knows what other surprises awaited him at Beacon?
His last thoughts before succumbing to sleep were: Look out world. Here comes, Jaune Arc!
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