Hey, guys! This is chapter 3! I will have sent this to ShadowGOUF to read it before it is published so I can ask them what the title will be. Thanks for that by the way! I'm not very creative with names. Just letting you know beforehand. If I can't think of a title for a chapter then I will send said chapter to one of you reviewers to ask what your opinion of title will be. The title might be what you suggested, it might be a variation of your suggestion, it might be a reference to your suggestion, or it might be completely different than what you suggested. I make no promises. However, you will get a shout out since I did ask for your help. Anyone who helps will be mentioned. This will most likely be a short chapter since I couldn't think of anything else to put in here and I wanted to… ya know what? I'll finish this sentence at the end of the chapter. Now… to the disclaimer! insert Batman transition scene music here Also, and this is gonna be weird and confusing to you but I think that it's kind of funny, I wrote some of this story while listening to a 'The Big Chill' record, which included 'I Heard It Through the Grapevine' by Marvin Gaye, on an actual record player. Again, weird huh? I don't even know why I told you this. Anyways, NOW on to the disclaimer! No Batman music though.

Ok, I know this is a long author's note, but if you know any good artists that can draw pictures online and will draw something for free, would you be kind as to ask them to message me? I don't want to use this profile picture forever as it wasn't made for me and I just googled 'Red Umbreon' and this was a picture someone drew on DeviantArt. Please? I can't pay and even though I'll give you a shout out I don't think I'm popular enough to make a big difference. Anyways, thanks! And I'll give the details via private messaging. Thanks!

I do not own RWBY or the other franchises I subtly reference in this story. I don't even own one of the semblances and I sincerely doubt that I'm the first to come up with some of the semblances I didn't look up. Hell, I don't even own my profile picture and I sure as hell don't own the weapons I've used. I do, however, own the plot this story uses, no matter how bad my writing is. Therefore, I am the god of this story and I will do with it as I see fit, for better or worse! Enjoy!

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Previous chapter:

Julia smiled for a split second, then schooled her facial expression and said, "We start now. Give me 50 pushups then 50 situps. After that I want you to run around the house for 20 laps. Why are you still standing there? GET TO WORK!"

At her exclamation Jaune immediately got on the ground and started doing pushups, making sure to pace himself. He wasn't aware of what Team JRVS was thinking and he certainly didn't want to distract himself with it since he needed to get all of this done.

He's going to be the best.

It's been about 9 months since Jaune began training under Team JRVS and he was past exceeding their expectations. It was a mixture of shock, pride, happiness, and a little bit of disappointment. The disappointment was because they hadn't heard one groan of displeasure, complaint, or and/or frustration, or any complaint, or any whining, or any begrudging requests for help, as when he did ask for help he asked as if his pride wasn't wounded at all. He must've really wanted to be a Hunter. When they did some of these exercises they gave him they didn't even do half as good as he did. And they were twice his age when they did it!

One example that comes to mind is the obstacle course they put together. About 6 months after they started training Jaune, they had gotten together all the materials they needed to make a combination of all the obstacle courses Team JRVS went through, which would make it more difficult than the singular obstacle course each of them went through. Julia had gotten a time of 40.51 seconds; Mark 53.80, as he's not the most agile person; Saturn 42.87; and Sadie, the most agile and flexible of the team, 38.07. That was nothing compared to Jaune's time, though. Jaune, after only 6 months of conditioning and stamina training after 2 and a half weeks of inactivity, during most of which he was starved, dehydrated, and sleep-deprived, he got a whopping 23.37 seconds. And they didn't even tell him what was on the obstacle course. They blindfolded him, took him to where they set up the obstacle course, set him up at the start of the obstacle course, took the blindfold off of him, and told him he was to go through the obstacle course until he came across a button. He was to press said button and that would stop the timer. To say they were shocked would be an understatement. When they watched him during the obstacle course it was almost like he knew what was next on the course. Another example would be how many pushups, situps, and laps he could now do in one go. He can do 2500 pushups on both hands, then 2500 pushups on one hand each, then do 10000 situps, then do about 100 laps around the house. And it was a big house. It was about half a mile in area! They just couldn't comprehend how he did what he did!

So, with that done they decided they wanted to work on his stealth for the next 2 to 3 months, and it turns out he was eager to work on his stealth, too. This, however, they could finally savor the sounds of frustration coming from their trainee. They'd been waiting for this for 9 months! 9 whole months! They didn't even hear frustration from his martial arts training with Mark! They basked in his sounds of frustration that filled the first week. They didn't care if it was just one week out of a whole year, it counted to them. That being said, they were still sad when he finally got done with the part he was frustrated on, though they did mask it with the happiness and pride they felt when he learned something from them.

After about two and a half months they decided that they would ask Jaune if he wanted to go just buy a weapon or place a special order to have a weapon of his description made by a professional. Something inside of him, his gut feeling I guess you could say, told him to look at the weapons out first before he decided. So that's what he told them: look at the weapons they had before he decided. They were happy with that so they decided to take him to a weapons shop they frequented: the UR-86. They didn't know where he got the name from, but they were great friends with the shopkeeper.

While this was happening, said shopkeeper thought that today was the day that he should put the weapons that he got from that 'wandering salesman' out on display. He was skeptical of the real occupation of the person, but the weapons looked like it would be great for someone like Team JRVS. However, he became even more skeptical when the salesman told him to only give it to someone if they clicked with it. That he would know who to give it to. He thought fate and destiny was a load of crap, but he decided to humour the salesman and himself. That being said, he just felt so attached to it when he got it, so he decided to keep it in the back until he felt like getting it out. And today was that time. So he put it on display in one of the places where a model wasn't being bought as often anymore. He didn't announce it, as he didn't really want to part with it, but he did put a large price tag on it.

Team JRVS was ready to go, but Jaune was still contemplating his budget. It wasn't a lot, but they didn't really have to get him a weapon so they were already being more than generous enough. After about 5 more minutes he was ready to go. They left with their weapons to the town to get Jaune's weapon. Or make his special order, one of the two.

Once they got there, they immediately went in. Bernie, the shopkeeper, looked up from his scroll to find his favorite customers coming into his store, and they brought someone with them this time! Bernie, being the first to see them, said, "What's up, JRVS? And who is this that you brought with you? A new customer?" Of course, Bernie knew that they didn't bring the kid here just to make him a regular here, but it didn't hurt to joke around a little bit. However, there was something about the kid that he just couldn't put his finger on. Something about him seemed special…

Julia, not noticing his inner dilemma, just chuckled and responded with, "No, Bernie. This is Jaune, my little and only brother. He might become a regular here, but we don't know yet." When she told Bernie about Jaune being her brother, something sparked in his eyes, and it looked like realization.

When he heard that the kid was Julia's little brother, the feeling went away for a little bit, thinking that it was because he seemed familiar that he had that feeling but he just didn't know where he recognized him from. "Ah! I knew he looked familiar for some reason! I swear, it was the hair that I recognized!" He belted out a laugh and shook his head at himself. He then turned to Jaune and held his hand out, while saying to him, "Well, kid, you're welcome here anytime! Feel free to look around! And because it's your first purchase and you're here with my favorite customers, I'll give you a discount on whatever you get!" He let out a big smile at that, letting Jaune know that he meant it.

Jaune shook the man's hand, smiling himself, and, feeling somewhat bold for a reason he couldn't explain, responded, "They're your favorite customers, eh? Well then, I might just take that title from them someday since I'm obviously the one with the best looks out of all of them." It was all said in good humor, of course, but Saturn, being the guy that he is, still let out an indignant "Hey!" while the others all laughed or chuckled.

Julia responded to her brother's jab with, "Just because you're better looking than Saturn," Insert indignant "Hey!" here. "Which isn't really all that hard, to be honest,"

Saturn, instead of letting out another "Hey!", said with a semi-downcast voice, "Well that was just plain rude…"

Of course, because nobody was paying attention to him anyways, Julia continued, "Doesn't mean that you can be his new favorite customers. If you really want to replace us, then you're gonna have to be here for a few years, brat." Jaune just smiled while Bernie laughed.

Bernie, after calming down and wiping a tear from his eye, sighed with happiness and sad to them, "Well, look around and if you need help or see a weapon you're interested in, come find me, kid. I'll either be at the counter on my scroll or in the back taking care of some deliveries people wanted done." He then left to the back.

Jaune and Team JRVS decided to start checking out some other weapons, with Team JRVS keeping an ear open just in case Jaune called for them. They weren't exactly experts on weapons that weren't their own, but they still knew a great deal more about them than Jaune, and between the four of them they doubted there was a weapon they couldn't give information about. Jaune, on the other hand, had done a lot of reading as a kid when he wasn't being trained by his pa- Sorry, what I meant to say was former parents- in the way of the sword. Most of the things he read either had descriptions of the weapons used by the characters or weapons magazines. Actually, he had a book that was completely dedicated to weapons. It listed a lot of the weapons in the world and described them. Of course, he knew that there were weapons that he didn't know about. He wasn't stupid. That was Saturn's job.

Across the way, in the 'weapons' magazines section, Saturn sneezed, looked around a little frightened, then once he realized nobody saw him, went back to looking at the magazine.

It had been about thirty minutes yet Jaune still couldn't help but feel like none of the weapons here were for him. He sighed and turned around, only to stop mid-turn, as he saw a weapon that actually caught his eye. He couldn't help it. I mean, who can resist that crimson red finish and the black handle? It was a cane. A cane that had an obvious separation from a walking cane. The top section of the cane, the place that a walking cane's handle would be, did not look rounded at all like a regular cane would. About 2 inches from where the separation of the bottom and top sections is the top section juts out to the side about 4 inches. After that jut, the cane takes about 9 inches to get back to being even with the handle, then it goes about 3 inches towards the handle, but slightly slanted. That is the top section, and it's all a dark red. The bottom section is pretty plain. A pitch black metal rod about 5 feet long and about 3 inches wide attached to the top section going straight down.

Jaune lets his already wide eyes wander to the two weapons next to it, one on either side. They're submachine guns. All black. (Think MP7, but able to hold in one hand. And I'm talking about CSGO model. Look it up if you're not satisfied and/or you still don't know what it is.) For some reason, he feels like there's more to the submachine guns than just that. He doesn't see the price tag, but he doesn't really care. All he knows is that they are awesome weapons that he needs. Once he looks at the price tag, however, that thought goes down the drain. 300 million lien? My budget only reaches 10 thousand lien. And that's pushing it enough as is!

Bernie, having come out of the back right before Jaune saw the weapons, had a thought occur to him as well. I guess fate and destiny really do exist. Damnit, now I owe that salesman a thousand lien! While he was thinking, his body was on autopilot, and he walked to where he was standing behind Jaune while he studied the weapons. Bernie, having come out of his thoughts, asked Jaune, "You like those weapons, kid?" Jaune, not realizing someone was behind him, jumped. Bernie just sighed and asked the question again

Jaune, still feeling drawn to the weapons, nodded, but with a frown since he knew the price of the weapons. Bernie, wanting to see if the kid was going to have the same specialty as his sister's team. "Well, they weren't made for any gung-ho purposes, I can tell you that much. Ya see, the SMGs can transform into a semi-auto pistol (think CSGO's Dual Barrettas, but able to be wielded one at a time), which have an integrated suppressor in them. You can buy suppressors for the SMG state, but I won't be able to integrate a suppressor into them. They can also transform into very small versions of the cane between them. The cane state of the SMGs are only about 2 feet tall and an inch wide." He stopped talking while he observed Jaune, who had looked like the description of the weapons was awesome. Bernie hid a smile at his reaction. Then Jaune looked back to the cane, then at Bernie, silently asking for a description of it. Bernie smirked, then continued, "The cane between them, however, is the real beauty. The top section - we'll call it the… the mark section, as I can't come up with anything better than that - is a beautiful blood red color with the mixture of the black handle, the bottom section, to give it a height of about 5 feet and 7 inches. It was made that tall on purpose, obviously, as it needed the reach for the reason it was made." I assume, that is. "The best part about it is that it does come with a ranged weapon built into it. It can transform into a sniper, but for the most part it still looks like a cane, with the exception of a trigger popping out on the mark section near the separation of the two sections, a scope popping out of the handle, and the bottom of the cane flipping up to reveal an iron sights. The main reason it pops up is to clear the way for the projectile, but the iron sights was made since it was popping up anyway, so why not give it an extra sight with the part that that pops out? Anyway, I'm getting off track here. What do you think about it kid?"

Jaune, for lack of a better word, was speechless. Actually, to him there were no words that could describe the beauty of the weapons before him. He wanted them. Scratch that, he needed them. But the price was too high. He sighed sadly, catching the attention of Bernie, and said to Bernie, "I don't have enough money for them, but if it's not too much to ask, can you reserve them for me? I will pay for them when I get enough money for them. Please?" Bernie and Team JRVS, as they had arrived a few seconds before Bernie started describing the cane, were shocked. He would work until he got 300 million lien? Just for those weapons? Jaune was practically pleading to have the weapons reserved for him.

Bernie, having snapped out of it, smiled, a mixture of happiness and sadness behind it, and told Jaune, "Tell ya what, kid. You can have 'em for free." This time, it was Jaune's turn to be shocked. Team JRVS, who had just snapped their jaws back on, went wide-eyed and let their jaws drop again. Bernie hadn't given anything away to anyone. Not even them. A discount, maybe, but never for free. I guess we aren't his favorites anymore. There go our discounts. Whyyyyyyyyy?! The discounts were so good! While Team JRVS had their dilemma, Jaune asked Bernie, "Why? Why would you just give this to me, when it has that price?"

Bernie just smiled and responded, "That price? Psh. That was just to scare off anyone who was just looking for something to show off to their buddies and then throw it away when they figured out they didn't know how to use it."

Jaune thanked the man, then realized, "Actually, I still can't have it as I don't have anyone that can teach me how to use it."

Bernie just smiled and said, "To be honest, that price tag was the countermeasure to make sure the weapon got into the person it was meant to go into." When he saw the others' faces, he sighed and said, "Those weapons were given to me by a wandering salesman, or so he claims. When he gave me the weapon, he told me to make sure not to sell it to anyone. That I'd know when to give the weapon to someone. That I'd know who to give it to, too. I thought it was a load of crap at the time, but it worked out, didn't it? You got the weapon. You were that special person, or whatever they call the so called 'Chosen Ones' these days."

Sadie, who thought the weapon looked familiar but didn't want to give it away or interrupt Bernie, asked, "So what's the history of these weapons? I mean, surely the salesman gave you the history of them."

Bernie responded, "Actually he didn't." Everyone's moods dropped a little at that, before Bernie continued, "But, being the smart, and handsome, might I add, guy that I am, looked it up. Turns out the cane has a twin that has quite a history."

"What's the history?" The rest of them asked, curious, intrigued, and contemplative (Sadie), and curious and excited (literally everyone else).

Bernie smile and said, "Sit down, it's a very long story."

What's up, everyone? I know that it's longer than the last update, but I had business to take care of. I actually didn't plan for the update to be this far from the last one, but things happen, ya know? Anyways, this is the next update, and I know that it's a cliffhanger, but I'm just evil like that. :-) Peace out!