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Jaune Arc, Boy Loved by Misfortune

Bad luck.

Do you believe in the existence of luck and bad luck? It is very common for people to believe in such a thing. Even if you deny its existence, there is no way to prove that bad luck doesn't really exist.

Nowadays, it's easy to think that proving the non-existence of bad luck and luck would be easy, right? After all, the human being managed to dominate what is commonly known as Supernatural Science and Natural Science, which even allows the creation of weapons capable of blowing up mountains, vehicles that walk on water, communicators that allow connections across continents and even flying islands exist these days! The world is just like in those futuristic medieval fantasy stories!

It's easy to imagine that the world managed to explain phenomena considered superstitions, right? Wrong! Super wrong!

To this day, they haven't been able to prove any of that.

Superstitions, such as bad luck and luck, or destiny itself, remain a great mystery. Even scientists often call these mysteries [True Mysteries], since they really are a mystery and nobody has discovered anything about them.

But... what exactly is bad luck?

The absence of luck? It's not wrong.

The Law of Causality doing its job? Perhaps.

When the world is against you? This doesn't make much sense, as the world doesn't even know you exist.

There are many beliefs, but few proofs.

Although almost nobody knows what bad luck really is, there is a person in this world who lives with the concept of bad luck by their side, as if they were part of the same existence. It's as if the boy couldn't live without bad luck, just as bad luck seemed meaningless without this kid's existence.

Due to this, those who know this person often believe in the existence of such a superstition. And those who don't believe in bad luck and luck start to believe after meeting this boy. Of course, they also tend to directly associate such a thing with him, casually calling him [The Boy Loved by Bad Luck] or [Prince of Bad Luck].

This particular person is at this very moment...

"SHIT!", cried the Prince of Bad Luck.

... running for his life!

The boy looked to be around seventeen years old and was running through the busy streets of the city. Although he ran at a good pace and was at a good speed, it was obvious from his posture how tired he was and how unprepared the boy was for this situation.

His peculiar golden hair, which swayed in the wind, was soaked in his own sweat, as were his clothes. Her emerald green eyes, which hid a strong determination to reach her unlikely goals, were calculating her trajectory every second.

That boy is Jaune Arc, the third son of one of the most renowned noble families within [Freedom Kingdom, Vale]. Even though he is the brother of eight other children, he is the only male born into the family, which makes him the current and sole heir of [House Arc].

Oh, of course! He is also known to be the unluckiest boy in the world! He really was blessed by bad luck... or cursed, depending on the situations.

Why would someone like him be running for his life? What would make you act that way? The answer is much simpler (and perhaps obvious) than it appears... Your best friend, bad luck-chan! Bad luck did that to him.

Currently, Jaune Arc is in one of the main cities of the Valley, known as [Vallondres]. He came to the city in search of being able to enroll in Beacon Academy.

To get to the city, he had to take a long and slow flight, which did not go well for him.

The Arc family has a small hereditary problem, which everyone says is one of the 3 hereditary curses of the Arc bloodline . She is... the intolerance with vehicles.

Regardless of the model, all members of the Arc bloodline suffer from motion sickness just from stepping into a vehicle, be it air, land, or sea.

Because of this, right after landing in Vallondres, Jaune had to put his lunch out , in the worst possible way: by vomiting it completely!

Unfortunately for him, the boy did this without realizing where he was. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

Five extremely muscular and armored men are running after the blond boy now.

Not only that, somehow he managed to bump into a small shop, belonging to some alchemist, during the trajectory and a strange potion spread through his body... now there were dozens of birds flying towards him, thinking he was a beautiful female in need of a partner .

And, to top off the icing on the cake, Jaune trying to hide in an enclosure only made everything worse. After all, he ended up walking into a ladies' room. That... didn't generate very good results.

Now he had ten more security agents chasing after him.

"Come back here kid, you're going to pay for what you did!", shouted one of the first men to run after him. "Get back here brat!"

"Stop immediately, you're being arrested! Are you listening?", One of the agents shouted.

"Bitch stop right now!"

Jaune could only think of one thing.

'Why does this always happen to me?! WHY?!'

Those were his thoughts as he continued running non-stop.

How long will he run? It's been twenty-five minutes.

Unlike other noble families, who teach their children to fight and defend themselves, Jaune's family has always been very protective of him, even more so with this absurd amount of bad luck.

Exactly for this reason, Jaune Arc has no physical preparation for this type of situation. This is even more obvious through his face of pure pain, tiredness and fear.

At least he has the previous experiences with this kind of situation. This makes him at least mentally prepared.

'Crap! I came here to try to get into the gym, not to die on the first day!'

Before Jaune could finish his thought, he stepped on a banana peel.

'Now screwed...', was all Jaune could think before falling towards the ground.

The fall was bad, landing on his face. The noise made by its nose as it hits the sidewalk, ] CRACK! [ , made it clear that it had broken.

"Argh!"

He ended up scraping his face a bit before rolling over and coming to a stop in a puddle of dirty water.

'Damn... Today, "Badluck-chan" is angry...'

Struggling, Jaune got to his feet.

Now he was tired, sweaty, bruised and with dirty water all over his body.

As if he was already used to such a situation, he quickly managed to fix his injured nose. Apparently, the years of bad luck have given him some benefits... like resistance to pain, which he's used to feeling.

] Sniff! Sniff! [

Sensing a strange smell, Jaune understood something else: Some animal had urinated in that puddle of water .

"..."

Jaune was unable to say anything. It was as if the whole world was telling him to give up doing what he wanted.

Someone ended up grabbing the blond boy's shoulder.

It was only at this moment that Jaune remembered one important thing: He was running away before he fell.

Looking back slowly, as if he were an ancient robot, Jaune saw all the pursuers looking at him as if they were his natural predators.

Jaune just did what he could do… he screamed.

"KHYAAAAA!"

... Unfortunately, Jaune tends to scream like a twelve year old girl during these unlucky situations.

[Continued in Next Chapter]
[Beginning of Arc 1: An Academy... Sadistic?]

Author's Note: Hello! passing by just to say... welcome! I hope you like it, it took work to create this universe from scratch. Yes, I created it from scratch, but I still RESPECTED the original RWBY universe! I recreated powers, deepened concepts, used theories from the community and among other things. I spent weeks planning all this. Hope you like it! Any tips or mistakes, let me know! Soleil V.A.R. hanging up, see you later!

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