"Jaune wake up we're leaving." Jaune heard his grandpa say to him and he ignored the old man's words.
'Wake up or I'll leave you here.' His grandpa says to him, with a louder voice.
"Grandpa what's wrong?" jaun asks him.
"Nothing, we did what we came here to do, now we are going home' his grandpa says to him before he sits in his wheelchair again.
The smell of the hot coffee that his grandpa made reaches fills the air and when Juane opens his eyes he finds that his grandpa is holding the cup next to his head.
"Do you get why I brought you here?" His grandpa asks him as he takes the cup from the old man's hands.
"No." Jaune answers his grandpa.
"To teach you that the way that you see the world isn't the same way that others see it."
"Jaune, do you think that any Humans are living in Menagerie?"
"The answer is no Jaune, at best there are the tourist that don't ever leave the areas that keep them safe from the locals." his grandpa says to him before he can answer.
"Look in the bag Jaune." his grandpa says to him and Jaune turns to look at the only piece of luggage that they brought with them and he nearly feels his heart stop.
It's Crocea Mors, the family's sword, it belonged to his great-grandfather, his grandpa, and his dad.
"Grandpa."
"It's time Jaune, it's your time, if you live or die that is up to you."
" My boy you've become a fine man, but you are too sheltered, you need to see the world."
"I can see it in your eyes, you have greatness in you but it's never going to become anything worth having unless you put it to the test."
His grandpa says to him.
Jaune can feel it it's now or never, he has to tell his grandpa what he wants to do, so maybe if his grandpa hears what he wants will support him.
"Grandpa I want to be a Huntsman." Jaune says to his grandpa with all of the confidence that he has.
'N.' his grandpa shatters his hopes with a single word.
"Do you feel how crushed you are, how a single word broke you?"
"This is what I'm trying to teach you, Jaune you're a man, a Huntsman doesn't need others' permission, because he is risking his life every day."
"Sure there are combat schools, now, but they are a recent creation."
"When my dad was alive, he would say that he was there when the first combat schools were made, and how back then, people would train together, by fighting each other or the Grimm.
Jaune can see the smile on his grandpa's face as the old man takes the sword out of its sheath and signals Jaune to kneel.
"I Jaune Arc the First grant you Jaune Arkc the Second the title of knight and grant you our families sword." His grandpa says as he taps Jauns shoulders with Crocea Mors.
"Lots of bad things are going t happen Jauneand we are going to need you, with us when they happen.' his grandpa says to him before he hands Jaune Crocea Mors.
Jaune looks at the sword in his hands and sees his reflection on the silver blade.
"Okay, what now?" he asks his grandpa.
'Now we go home and get someone to train you." his grandpa says to him before he forms a mischievous smile and looks at Jaune.
'I have just the teacher for you, and who knows maybe the two of you will hit it off and I can see my great-grandchildren before I die." His grandpa says to him/
"Grandpa." Jaune wines, but smiles as he sees his grandpa's wheelchair head towards the entrance of the room.
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Ping, ping, ping. Jacques listened to the sound of the coin hitting the side of the airship before it rolled back to him.
He was going to have to do this carefully, any major moves that he made would need to have several plans behind them just in case one plan failed, that way his target wouldn't be lost.
Png, the oin hit the wall again, the dust mines that are in the ocean floor were once thought to be impossible to reach, and even if they weren't, it was too dangerous to get to them.
It wasn't just the Gimm, the normal creatures that live in the ocean and the ocean itself was a threat that stopped any progress or attempt that was made.
Png, he remembered his two daughters, they were both beauties in their own right, but how could he use them now?
Ping, he remembers the partners of Aincrad his other targets, but he now knew that they weren't anything important.
Jacques felt the coin roll back to his feet and he remembered that he saw something, someone familiar.
He activated his scroll and began to look through the pictures before he smiles.
"Well I guess this will kill two rocks with one stone," he says as he looks at Jauns's picture before he sends General James Ironwood a copy of the video that he recorded while in Aincrad, through their private channel.
'Winter this is your father I have found the perfect Husband for you, and before you say no, I believe that General Ironwoo will agree that you should at least meet him." He says t his oldest daughter.
The girl had tried to break her tie with him, the poor fool couldn't even imagine that the military accept anything he did as long as it benefitted them.
He hangs up the phone and immediately smiles like a predator that realizes that the parents left their defenseless child unprotected.
General Ironwood gave him the green light, meaning that he is willing to look the other way as long as Atlas and Mantle benefit from whatever scheme he is doing.
Ping the coin hits the wall and Jacques smiles.
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Ghira looks at the map in front of him, the Players agreed to let him choose the location of the embassy and so he chose the worst area of the desert.
This way anything that the Players brought into Menagerie, by ship or by using their teleporters could be seen by everyone so his men could stop anything that wasn't supposed to be there.
He hadn't lied about why he wanted to form an Alliance with Aincrad, his people needed to become stronger, they needed to grow and that meant that they needed to trade with the outside world.
Mistral had rejected his offer after the White Fang tried to kill the headmaster of their combat school.
Vale simply said that trading with them would be hard because of how far their two kingdoms are, the only kingdom left was Aincrad and he hated himself for contacting them.
Next to him were the rules that Aincrad had for any Faunus that wanted to enter it to find work or simply start new lives.
He wanted to tear the pages and burn them when he saw that any Faunus from his Kingdom would have to wear the emblem of his kingdom so that they wouldn't have to wear a collar.
He couldn't help but grow in frustration and as he read what his people were expected to do, he felt whatever guilt he had for making the Humans build their embassy in the desert vanish.
There is an unspoken rule that both Humans and Faunus follow.
And that rule says that whatever beliefs the people have will eventually create certain rules that everyone in society follows even if there isn't a law written anywhere.
"One thing at a time," he says to himself, as he looks at the picture of his runaway daughter, he can't help but remember the day that the three of them were together and took the picture.
they were so happy back then, and then that girl had to run away and join that man.
Tomorrow he will hand the players the location he has chosen for them, but he would warn them about the dangers in it.
It wouldn't be his fault if some of the workers died or if they couldn't finish anything because of the heat.
None of that was his problem, after all, he had warned the players about what they would run into.