Right, so this chapter is a flashback chapter explaining how Jaune arrived in Germany. Sorry for any confusion. The next chapter should go back to the main plot, untill then hope you enjoy.
Beacon was in chaos, and Jaune couldn't shake off the weight of responsibility that seemed to bear down on him. He knew he wasn't the epitome of heroism, but he had been making progress. Diligently training day and night, he strived to better himself with Pyrrha's guidance. During the Breach, when Ren was injured by the Deathstalker, Jaune discovered his semblance. It allowed him to heal Ren and even enhance the auras and semblances of others by sharing his own.
While he wasn't directly responsible for the Grimm attacks, the rebellion of the Atlesian robots, or the emergence of the colossal dragon Grimm, Jaune couldn't help but feel guilty for not fully understanding Pyrrha's distress. Perhaps he had said the wrong thing, unintentionally worsening her state of mind. Ruby insisted that what happened wasn't Pyrrha's fault, and Jaune agreed. Pyrrha couldn't have known that Penny was a robot and didn't intend any harm. But would things have unfolded differently if Jaune had known the right words to say?
Regardless, he knew he was to blame for what transpired beneath the tunnels. Confused and perplexed by Ozpin's actions, which seemed like something out of a deranged scientist's lab, Jaune had been assigned to guard the entrance. He had failed in his duty, leading to the death of another girl and Cinder gaining even more power. She appeared stronger than ever, prompting Ozpin to order them to retreat.
Although it stung, Jaune understood the importance of fulfilling Professor Ozpin's mission. "I must have Glynda's contact somewhere in here," Jaune muttered to himself, unlocking his scroll. Turning to Pyrrha, he inquired, "Pyrrha, can you explain what just happened?"
Before she could respond, they witnessed Cinder ascending to the top of the tower, with no sign of Ozpin nearby engaging her in combat. "But, Ozpin..." Ozpin was renowned as one of the greatest Huntsmen of all time and the youngest headmaster in history. If even he couldn't defeat Cinder, what chance did anyone else have?
Pyrrha's face grew even graver as she turned to Jaune and uttered, "There's no time. Get to Vale and find help."
"Pyrrha..." Jaune sensed the determination in her voice and saw her gaze shift back to the Tower. She was planning to go back.
To confront that monstrous enemy.
To face her own demise.
He knew Pyrrha well. Kind, caring, selfless to a fault, and as stubborn as an Ursa. Arguing would be futile and a waste of breath for both of them. Defying her would only drive his overprotective partner to take drastic action. Instead, Jaune calculated the distance six paces behind and did something unexpected.
He stepped forward, surprising her as she tensed, anticipating his intervention. Embracing her, he enveloped Pyrrha in his arms, spinning around. Her initial stiffness transformed into relaxation as she melted into the comfort of her trusted partner's embrace. When she looked up at him, her face flushed with embarrassment from the sudden contact, her steely resolve momentarily faltered. Seizing the opportunity, he released the hug, gripping her shoulders and leaning down to whisper in her ear, "I trust you to call for help, Pyr."
Confusion replaced her features as he pushed her firmly, causing her to stumble backward until her back met the cold metal. Jaune didn't allow her time to protest or question his actions. Swiftly, he closed the rocket locker's door and activated it to home in on Ruby's scroll signal. Through the narrow slits of the locker, he observed Pyrrha's widening eyes, realization dawning on her, followed by anger as her clenched fist revealed her frustration. A black aura started to manifest around the locker and Jaune's armor, and she shouted, "Jaune-"
Without giving Pyrrha the chance to utilize her semblance, Jaune pressed the launch button with a quiet apology, "I'm sorry."
In an instant, she vanished, the black glow dissipating along with her presence. Jaune knew from his own experiences that rocket locker travel, while technically safe, could be quite turbulent, especially for someone who needed to maintain focus like Pyrrha. He watched as the rocket locker carried his partner to the safety of the second-best team in Beacon. It was only then that the reality of what he had done crashed down upon him, and he felt the weight of his actions threatening to crush him.
Escape? It was a semblance of escape, he thought bitterly. Remnant needed Huntresses like Pyrrha more than it needed a fraud like him. In his hands, he tightly clenched his sheathed sword and turned back to face the Tower, where Cinder awaited. The temptation to run away surged through him. It was madness, after all! Cinder had killed Ozpin, and even Pyrrha wouldn't have stood a chance against her, let alone himself. Besides, he had no understanding of the Tower's significance.
But Headmaster Ozpin had entrusted the task of defending the Tower to them, and Jaune trusted the Headmaster. They had to stall Cinder here, within the confines of the abandoned Tower where they knew her location. If she managed to escape, reaching the Bullheads evacuating the school or the city...
He acknowledged that he couldn't defeat Cinder on his own, but that wasn't his objective. He simply needed to hold out, to resist until Pyrrha could bring Ms. Goodwitch or General Ironwood to the Tower. Then he would be safe. Maybe a little battered, but safe nonetheless. And wasn't this what he had aspired to do? Protect others, become a hero? Wasn't this what heroes did? They faced insurmountable odds for the sake of others. Even as a child listening to his parents' bedtime stories, he had known that not all heroes lived long enough to witness the happy ending they fought for.
Accepting the risks had already been part of his decision when he ran away to join Beacon. However, accepting his own mortality felt surreal. It was different from his encounter with Cardin and the Breach; this time, the stakes felt higher, the outcome more final.
With determination fueling his every step, Jaune raced into the Clock Tower, struggling to recall the location of the maintenance access corridors. The elevator was out of order, courtesy of the human-shaped hole.
Ruby's steady breathing belied the turmoil in her heart and mind as she sprinted alongside Weiss towards Beacon. The events unfolding before her were a stark contrast to the idealistic vision she had once held for her time at Beacon.
Joining Beacon was supposed to have been cool and awesome in fighting criminals like Torchwick, and then she was supposed to have a great team with new friends and her sister, and they'd all bond over weapons and cookies! And sure, she'd accomplished all of that, barring some... hiccups, and even found a dorky best friend that hadn't been stolen away from her by Yang! But everything else after that? The Vytal Festival? This?!
This wasn't supposed to be how things would go!
Yang was a brutal fighter, sure, but she'd never break a defeated opponent's legs! And Pyrrha... Penny...
She blinked back the tears threatening to form in her silver eyes as she remembered the rest of the day.
Penny, dismembered.
The White Fang.
The Grimm attack at Amity.
Atlas' airships and robots, firing on civilians.
Roman Torchwick, unceremoniously eaten by a Griffon.
Coming back to Beacon to find Yang, bleeding out missing an arm, Blake stabbed, Ren and Nora, exhausted and wounded, and Jaune and Pyrrha nowhere to be seen.
Ruby refused to let the familiar sense of helplessness consume her; she pushed it aside. Doubt could wait for another time. Right now, she had to locate her two remaining friends. She had failed to save Penny or Roman, and she hadn't been there for Yang or her mother. But she was determined not to lose another close friend, especially someone as amazing as Vomit Boy, and most importantly, her very first friend at Beacon! Ruby owed Jaune so much—from his unwavering support on their first day to his encouragement during her moments of self-doubt as a team leader, and the invaluable assistance he and his team provided during the Breach!, he had even promised to bake cookies for her someday, which they would enjoy while reading X-Ray and Vav Comics together! An Arc never breaks their promises, after all.
Not for the first time, Ruby felt a sense of helplessness creep up on her, but she squashed it back down. There'd be time for doubt later; for now, she had to find her two close friends. She hadn't been able to save Penny or Roman. She hadn't been there for Yang or Mom. There was no way she was going to lose a good friend with a cool weapon who ignored her young age, and there definitely was no way she was going to lose her first friend in Beacon! She owed way too much to Vomit Boy, after all, from how he'd been there to pick her up on their very first day to his support when she'd been doubting being a team leader, to how he and his team had helped her during the Breach! And he'd promised to make cookies for her as they'd share while reading X-Ray and Vav Comics! And an Arc never went back on his word!
The sound of a rocket locker's engines snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked up in surprise. She hadn't thought there'd been anyone left who didn't have their weapons yet, and she paused and stared at it a bit longer.
Then she realized it was getting closer and aimed straight at her, and she quickly jumped out of the way as it slammed into the ground. Weiss moved next to her and stared at the crashed rocket locker, before asking "Uh, Ruby? Did you call for that?"
"No, did you?"
Before Weiss could answer back, a familiar black glow began surrounding the rocket locker, before it violently burst open with a roaring sound that sent them diving to the ground with a ferocious war cry, and definitely not squeaks of "Eep!". Looking back up revealed a familiar bronze-armoured champion.
Ruby was too relieved to care about the anger radiating off of her, and zipped towards Pyrrha, hugging her with a "Pyrrha! You're okay!"
"Wha- Ruby?!" Pyrrha stammered out in confusion as she finally realized where she was, and she spent half a second soothingly rubbing the Red Reaper's back before she remembered just exactly how she'd been sent here. Weiss backed up when she noticed the very uncharacteristic anger and worry return to Pyrrha's face, but before she could say anything Ruby looked around, and thoughtlessly asked: "Hey, where's Jaune?"
Weiss winced as the remains of the rocket locker began crumpling like tissue paper, but what finally set off Ruby's mental alarms was the sheer amount of indignant fury in Pyrrha's voice as she snarled out her partner's name like a Beowolf: "Jaune!"
They'd never heard her talk about Jaune with anything more than concern, worry, resignation and way more gentle affection than was usual for most partners. So it was perhaps understandable that the novel string of Mistralian curse words and promises of pain to her partner that followed had them nervously backing up, before the anger suddenly drained from her face like a switch had been flicked. Instead, she looked back towards Beacon, where she'd been launched from, a forlorn look on her face.
Ruby felt her heart fall, but she still used the lull in Pyrrha's rant to ask through a rapidly-constricting throat: "Pyrrha... is Jaune..."
"No!" Pyrrha yelled in response, before her voice softened, and she softly murmured "No, Jaune's not dead... he's the one who pushed me into the locker and sent me away."
Ruby breathed a sigh of relief, but Weiss noticed what was left unsaid. She may not have been fond of Jaune's former constant attempts at asking her out, but she considered him a good friend for how he'd set Neptune straight at the dance, and how he'd stopped asking her out every other day, and it was with a quiet voice that she asked "Pyrrha, what happened? Where's Jaune?"
"There's no time." Pyrrha declared as she gripped her weapon and stormed her way back towards Beacon, but before she could make it two steps Ruby zipped in front of her, and asked "Pyrrha... what's going on?"
"Someone killed Ozpin." Pyrrha finally said, gently but firmly pushing past Ruby, and as she continued back towards Beacon her pent-up frustrations began to spill out: "Jaune and I were... we were doing something for Ozpin, but then the leader of Team CMEN suddenly interrupted, shot a woman with a glass arrow. Ozpin told us to call for help while he held her off, but... and then Jaune! He stayed behind! He pushed me into the rocket locker and sent me off while he stayed behind to try and stop her by himself!"
Glass... glass... the CCT! The robbery! Ruby Rose never forgot a weapon, after all. She still didn't want to believe it, though, and even as they ran after Pyrrha her voice shook as she asked "Cinder killed Ozpin? How? And Jaune's going to fight her?! Wait, where are you going?!"
"She's... she's got weird fire magic now. Flames, fireballs, and flight."
"What."
"Fire... magic?"
"And I'm going back for him. Don't try to stop me."
"We weren't going to. We're coming with you. Right, Weiss?" Pyrrha looked back at Ruby's words, noted the seriousness, the determination on the young girl's face. Behind her, Weiss simply cycled Myrtenaster's chamber and nodded back. She managed a small smile for the Reaper and the Heiress, and they began running back to the clock tower.
Not for the first time in his life, Jaune Arc found himself being dismissed as a nobody. And honestly, he couldn't really blame anyone for thinking that way.
After all, he was undeniably the weakest student in Beacon. And that was before one considered Team JNPR consisting of Pyrrha Nikos the Invincible Girl, Nora Valkyrie, and Lie Ren the only man who could calm Nora Valkyrie down, and the fact they could often be found with the strongest first-year team, Team RWBY, as well as the strongest second-year team, Team CFVY
So, being completely overlooked by someone? Completely reasonable and understandable, and something he'd been used to, growing up with seven older sisters and all.
But this time, there was a strange sense of satisfaction that came with being disregarded. The fact that this woman didn't view him as anybody, not even a threat, brought an unexpected happiness to Jaune. Besides, she had killed Ozpin, so her lack of approval or recognition didn't hold any weight or hurt him in any way.
After all, he was merely stalling for time until Pyrrha and reinforcements arrived. If the homicidal woman—whom he was now recognizing as the "totally, definitely, undoubtedly school-aged and not suspicious" leader of Team CMEN—wanted to take a good couple of minutes staring at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter when he finally emerged through the maintenance access, gasping for breath, who was he to impede her?
Well, to be honest, it did start to wear on his nerves after the second minute...
As she scoffed at him, taunting and monologuing about her plans to deal with all of Ozpin's pawns, from Pyrrha to Glynda and even Team RWBY, Jaune couldn't help but feel his knuckles turn white from gripping his sword. What irked him the most was that she had never bothered to make any plans concerning him.
That was a good thing, after all. That meant she hadn't noticed that his pocket was emptier than normal; he'd left his scroll by the doorway when he'd hunched over, recording their encounter. If... if his hazy and undefined plans didn't unfold as he hoped, hopefully, his potential death wouldn't be in vain.
She also didn't notice anything weird about the vial of emergency maintenance Dust supplies he'd swiped from the janitor's closet. Sure, half a year or so of Dust Studies had done precisely nothing in teaching him how to actually use Dust, but if Ruby could set off an explosion by sneezing, he was sure he could figure something out.
While Jaune would have loved to describe the ensuing fight as an epic last stand, where he tapped into untapped reservoirs of strength and power, pushing onto the defensive. The footage from his scroll would say otherwise.
Instead, Cinder unleashed a barrage of flames, attempting to engulf Jaune's position, while also hurling fireballs at him. Desperately, he blocked and dodged as best he could, grateful for his large Aura reserves and the training Pyrrha had imparted to him. Refusing to succumb to her relentless assault, Jaune just yelled that "Pyrrha was faster and a better fighter," which only seemed to further provoke Cinder's impatience.
Suddenly, she drew two black glass swords and lunged at him with a ferocity that left him staggering. While Pyrrha would have gracefully evaded such attacks with acrobatic maneuvers that made his spine and pelvis ache in sympathy, Jaune could barely stumble back, raising his shield and desperately attempting to block or parry the relentless strikes that managed to breach his defenses.
But still, even as his back hit the wall, despite being outmatched in speed, strength, and skill, Jaune knew that he had been trained by the best. Cinder's eyes began to flash in satisfaction. As she prepared for a powerful strike intended to incapacitate him in a single blow,
Only to get a vial full of Dust to her face.
Although Cinder intercepted the vial with impressive speed, her action resulted in shattering it, triggering the Dust contained within. While Jaune lacked the knowledge to identify the specific type of Dust, the sudden arcs of electricity that crackled around her face led him to believe it was Lightning Dust.
He also considered himself very lucky that none of the lightning hit him; lightning plus metal armor would equal one very unpleasant experience. More importantly, though, he finally had an opening... an opening even he could actually take advantage of. With a high-pitched desperate roar, he charged forward and swung his sword in an upwards arc.
However, his strike was intercepted by Cinder, who caught his sword bare-handed, her bloodshot eyes filled with a murderous intent. In response, she unleashed a torrent of flames, sending him hurtling back into the wall. Ignoring the pain of his injuries—aches, bruises, burns, and all—he quickly rose to his feet, just in time to witness her snap his sword in half and cast it aside. She turned her gaze towards him and declared, "Enough! You are beneath me, and I won't waste any more of my time and energy on you! I'll let someone else deal with you."
A piercing screech interrupted his attention, causing him to divert his gaze from the raven-haired woman. Looking out of the window, he saw the Grimm Dragon soaring towards him from another tower. Reacting swiftly, he dove for cover under Ozpin's desk seconds before the dragon collided with the tower, causing debris and dust to scatter in all directions.
Cinder surveyed the destruction with a mix of satisfaction and anger. She was annoyed that Jaune Arc, some random nobody with next-to-zero combat experience or training, had managed to occupy some of her time. She had anticipated that the Invincible Girl or the Good Witch would follow her here, presenting a true challenge against which she could unleash the full extent of her newfound Maiden powers.
The sound of the elevator dinging caught Cinder's attention, causing a momentary distraction.
Turning around, she saw a spear hurtling towards her face, which she deftly evaded. It was followed by a circular shield that she managed to block, and then a furious champion who landed on her shield, pressing against Cinder. The forceful impact against her stomach made her stagger, weakening her stance, and she was swiftly kicked into a pillar by Pyrrha. With a skilled backflip off the shield, Pyrrha rejoined Ruby and Weiss. The Grimm Dragon let out a roar at the newcomers but hesitated as a wave of frost washed over it.
Pyrrha and Ruby quickly surveyed the room, their eyes searching for any sign of Jaune. They desperately hoped to find evidence that their dear friend was still alive. Unfortunately, all they discovered was his broken sword and his scroll lying on the floor. Something inside Pyrrha snapped, and a surge of power emanated from her. Throughout the room, metal debris started levitating with a dark glow. Cinder had barely recovered from being kicked into the pillar when she found herself rapidly deflecting the onslaught of metal projectiles.
Meanwhile, the Grimm Dragon disregarded the Ice Dust as a minor threat and advanced towards Weiss. She called out to Ruby, urging her to snap out of it and help defeat the creature. However, Ruby's focus was fixated on the shattered sword in her hand. Indescribable yet familiar emotions churned within her chest, and a burning sensation began to build up behind her eyes...
As the Grimm Dragon stomped on a pile of rubble, a sudden burst of bright light radiated from within. The rocks beneath the Grimm's wing and the wing itself were abruptly lifted into the air, reversing the downward force. The Grimm squawked in surprise, thrown off balance. Amidst the commotion, a coughing sound emerged, and a familiar blond figure emerged from the wreckage of a broken desk—bruised, battered, but miraculously alive
"You!"
"Jaune?!"
"Jaune!"
Jaune focused on clearing his lungs, still trying to assess the situation. He had been unconscious for a minute or two after the roof collapsed, awakening to find himself trapped beneath debris and rocks. Then, he felt an additional weight pressing down on him, and suddenly his aura began to glow, reminiscent of his encounter with Cardin back in Forever Fall. Everything above him was forcefully repelled. Was this a secondary effect of his Semblance at work? Or perhaps a side effect of his unusually large aura? It was a question to ponder later. For now, his aura was dangerously low, his chest throbbed with pain whenever he breathed, and his sternum ached. The fiery antagonist remained present, albeit cornered by his partner's Semblance.
Hold on, his partner?
Jaune blinked, and then blinked again to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating. It seemed that fate had answered his prayers—Pyrrha was here, alongside Ruby and Weiss. They stared at him with visible relief etched on their faces.
Cinder seized the opportunity, hurling a fireball at a distracted Pyrrha, effortlessly knocking her aside. She then unleashed a barrage of glass shards, scattering them throughout the room, aiming to immobilize her targets. Weiss swiftly conjured an ice wall for her own protection, but Ruby, lost in her own thoughts, failed to notice until it was too late. With no time to activate her Semblance, Ruby closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself and hoping her Aura would hold.
But after five seconds passed without the expected impact and pain, and as her heart continued to beat in her chest, Ruby cautiously opened her eyes, wondering if Cinder had somehow missed her.
However, Jaune's motionless body, riddled with smoldering holes, shattered any lingering hope.
"Jaune?" Ruby crawled towards her dear friend, her voice trembling with disbelief. She paid no attention to the squelching sound as she accidentally stepped in the pool of red beneath him; her focus was solely on him. Her best friend, the one she had come to rescue, the one she had arrived in time to save, had selflessly thrown himself in front of her to protect her.
And now, he was gone. The satisfied smile etched on his face was the cruelest part of it all. The intensity behind Ruby's eyes surged, and something deep within her shattered as she unleashed a guttural howl.
Beneath her, Jaune struggled to speak, to reassure his first friend that he was fine, just a little cold. He strained to hear his partner's anguished cry, attempting to turn towards her, but suddenly, a radiant silver light engulfed him, and then darkness enveloped his senses.
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As Jaune's consciousness began to stir, he was greeted by a disorienting sense of displacement. The sights and sounds of the Ozpin's destroyed office had been replaced by the sterile surroundings of a hospital room. White walls, a single window overlooking a tranquil garden, and the distant sound of footsteps echoed through the halls.
His body felt heavy, his muscles weak and sore. As he attempted to sit up, pain shot through his chest, a stark reminder of the injuries he had sustained. Jaune winced, realizing that his wounds had not miraculously healed overnight.
Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to piece together the events that had led him here. His last memory was of Cinder's devastating attack and the overwhelming despair of losing his dear friend. But how had he ended up in this place?
The door to the room creaked open, and a nurse entered, her presence bringing a sense of familiarity. She wore a white uniform adorned with a red cross, symbolizing her role as a caregiver. Her kind eyes met Jaune's, and she approached his bedside with a warm smile.
"Guten Morgen, junger Mann," she greeted him softly in German. "Sie haben eine schwere Zeit durchgemacht, aber Sie sind jetzt in sicheren Händen." Jaune stared at her, his brows furrowed in confusion. He couldn't comprehend the language she was speaking. It sounded foreign to him, completely unfamiliar. He attempted to speak, but no words came out. It was as if his voice had abandoned him in this strange place. The nurse's smile faltered slightly, noticing Jaune's confusion. She took a step back and tried again, this time speaking in French, hoping he would understand.
Bonjour, monsieur. Ne vous inquiétez pas, vous êtes en sécurité ici à l'hôpital Saint-Joseph," she said in French, her voice filled with concern. "Pouvez-vous me comprendre?"
Jaune's confusion deepened. The nurse had switched to a language he still did not understand, nor could make sense of. His mind raced, trying to find some explanation for this bewildering situation. Had he been transported to a different realm? Or was this some kind of elaborate illusion?
Seeing Jaune's continued bewilderment, the nurse's expression turned sympathetic. She attempted one last approach, this time speaking broken English with a heavy accent in an effort to communicate with him.
"Good... morning, young man. You... are... safe... hospital," she said slowly, struggling to find the right words. "You understand... me?"
Jaune blinked, finally catching fragments of meaning in her broken English. He nodded weakly, indicating his limited understanding. It was a relief to at least grasp the general message, even if he couldn't comprehend the specifics.
The nurse's face brightened with relief as she realized Jaune had grasped her words to some extent. She adjusted her tone and continued speaking in simple broken English, making sure he could follow along.
The nurse, grateful for even the slightest communication breakthrough, smiled and gestured for Jaune to wait as she hurried out of the room. Moments later, she returned, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a white coat, his dark hair peppered with greys where as his face showed the epitome of a seasoned doctor. The doctor approached Jaune's bedside, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He spoke in fluent English, albeit with a noticeable thick accent
"Good morning, young man. I am Dr. Hans Campbell It seems we have a bit of a language barrier here," he said, extending a hand in greeting. "May I ask where you're from? How did you end up here?"
Jaune looked at the doctor, still feeling disoriented and uncertain. He hesitated for a moment before extending his hand to shake the doctor's, reciprocating the gesture.
"Hello, Dr. Campbell," Jaune greeted him cautiously. "I'm Jaune... Jaune Arc."
The doctor nodded, his gaze focused on Jaune, trying to assess his condition. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Arc. Now, let's see if we can understand what has happened to you. Can you tell me anything about how you arrived here? Do you remember anything before waking up in this hospital?"
Jaune's brow furrowed as he attmepted to lie about the events leading up to his current situation. "I... I remember a fight," he began, his voice filled with uncertainty. "There was someone... a woman. We were fighting, and then everything went black. I woke up here."
Dr. Campbell listened attentively, jotting down notes on a notepad. He maintained a calm and professional demeanor, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"I see," the doctor replied, his tone gentle yet probing. "Do you recall any details about the fight or how you ended up injured? Any significant events or surroundings that could help us understand your situation?"
Jaune shook his head, false frustration evident in his expression. "I'm sorry, but everything is hazy. It's like trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. I can't remember much about the fight or what happened afterwards. It's all... blurred."
The doctor nodded sympathetically, understanding Jaune's predicament. He knew that memory loss could be a common occurrence after a traumatic event.
"I understand, Mr. Arc," Dr. Campbell said reassuringly. "Memory loss can be a natural response to such experiences. It might take some time for your recollections to return fully, if they do at all. In the meantime, let me assure you that you're safe here at St. Joseph Hospital."
Jaune sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. Yet the lack of answers left him uneasy. He decided to inquire about some basic information that might shed light on his current situation without arousing suspicion. "Dr. Campbell, if you don't mind, could you tell me what date it is?" Jaune asked, trying to keep his tone casual. "And maybe some details about this place... I'm afraid my memory is quite foggy, and I'm still trying to piece things together."
The doctor smiled understandingly, recognizing Jaune's need for information. He glanced at the calander on the wall before responding. "Today is June 5th, 1913. You're in the city of Berlin, the capital of Germany young man. Now theres no need to worry St. Joseph Hospital is known for providing excellent medical care, so you're in good hands, and you couldn't have arrived at a better time the entire city is actually getting ready for a spectacular celebration."
"Celebration?" Jaune's curiosity piqued as he latched onto the mention of a celebration. It seemed like a potential opportunity to gather more information about this unfamiliar world he found himself in. He feigned interest, hoping to learn more without arousing suspicion.
"Yes, a celebration," Dr. Campbell continued, his tone filled with enthusiasm. "The Kaiser is preparing for his Silver Jubilee. The whole city is buzzing with excitement, and people from all over Germany are expected to attend."
Jaune nodded, pretending to absorb the information while his mind raced with questions. Silver Jubilee? Kaiser? These were foreign concepts to him, but he couldn't let his confusion show. He needed to maintain the facade of a man with memory loss, piecing together the fragments of his past.
"That sounds... incredible," Jaune replied, his voice tinged with feigned curiosity. "I can't imagine what it must be like to witness such a grand celebration. Is there anything specific I should know about this event? Perhaps any traditions or customs associated with it?"
Dr. Campbell's face lit up with delight, pleased to have an opportunity to share his knowledge. He leaned closer to Jaune, eager to provide more details.
"Well, Mr. Arc, the Silver Jubilee is a momentous occasion celebrating twenty-five years of Kaiser Wilhelm II's reign," the doctor explained. "There will be parades, festivities, and fireworks illuminating the night sky. It's a time of national pride and unity. People will be dressed in their finest attire, and there will be speeches, musical performances, and other forms of entertainment."
Jaune nodded, absorbing the information and making mental notes. He needed to immerse himself in this world, even if it was only temporary. It seemed that this celebration could provide him with an opportunity to learn more about the people, the customs, and perhaps find a way to navigate his way back home.
"Thank you, Dr. Campbell," Jaune said gratefully. "I appreciate your patience and assistance. I'll do my best to recover my memories and participate in this grand celebration. It sounds like an experience not to be missed."
The doctor smiled warmly, appreciating Jaune's willingness to engage and embrace his surroundings. "You're most welcome, Mr. Arc. Remember, take your time to heal, and if there's anything else you need or any questions that arise, don't hesitate to ask. We're here to support you."
With those words of encouragement, Dr. Campbell took his leave, leaving Jaune to his thoughts. As the door closed behind the doctor, Jaune's mind whirled with possibilities. He needed to uncover more about this world, this time period, and find a way to blend in without raising suspicion. The Silver Jubilee celebration would be his first step into this unfamiliar world, and he was determined to make the most of it.
June 10-14 1913
Over the next several days, Jaune's recovery progressed at an astonishing rate. The doctors and nurses marveled at his accelerated healing process, unaware of the hidden power coursing through his veins – his Aura which aided in his swift recuperation, mending his wounds and restoring his strength.
During his time in the hospital, Jaune took every opportunity to observe the world around him, absorbing the sights, sounds, and customs of Berlin. The bustling streets, the elegant attire of passersby, and the anticipation in the air for the upcoming Silver Jubilee celebration filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
As he regained his strength, Jaune longed to immerse himself fully in the festivities, to experience this slice of history firsthand. However, there was a pressing issue that weighed on his mind: he had no suitable clothing for such an occasion. The tattered remnants of his attire from his arrival at the hospital wouldn't suffice.
With a mix of determination and resourcefulness, Jaune hatched a plan. He approached the nurse who had initially attended to him, hoping she could provide assistance.
"Excuse me, Nurse Schmidt," Jaune called out, catching her attention. "I apologize for the inconvenience, but I find myself in a bit of a predicament. I don't have proper clothing for the Silver Jubilee celebration, and I would really like to participate."
Nurse Schmidt paused, her caring gaze shifting to concern. She understood Jaune's desire to be a part of the momentous occasion but was unsure how to help him in this situation.
"I understand your desire, Mr. Arc, but it might be difficult to find suitable attire on such short notice," she replied sympathetically. "However, let me see what I can do. Perhaps we can find something suitable from our supplies, I believe I still have some of my brothers old clothing they no longer fit him and there may be a formal outfit that we can tailor to fit you"
Jaune's gratitude shone through his eyes as he nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, Nurse Schmidt. Your assistance means a great deal to me. I'm eager to experience this celebration and make the most of my time here."
As Nurse Schmidt left the room, Jaune took a moment to reflect on his journey so far. He marveled at the compassion and generosity he had encountered in this unfamiliar world. Despite the challenges he faced, he found solace in the connections he had forged, even in this temporary refuge
Several Days passed as Jaune's recovery continued, and the anticipation for the Silver Jubilee reached its peak. Nurse Schmidt returned to Jaune's room, a bundle of clothes in her arms.
"Mr. Arc, I've managed to find some options for you," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "These are my brother's old clothes, and with a little modification, we should be able to make them fit you properly."
Jaune's eyes widened with surprise and gratitude as he inspected the clothes. They were well-tailored and appeared to be of high quality. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of person Nurse Schmidt's brother was, wearing such elegant attire.
"Thank you so much, Nurse Schmidt," Jaune said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I can't express how grateful I am for your help and the support of everyone here. I will make sure to take good care of these clothes."
Nurse Schmidt smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I'm glad we could find something suitable for you, Mr. Arc. Now, let's get these clothes tailored to fit you perfectly. We want you to look your best for the celebration."
In the following days, Nurse Schmidt and several of the other staff worked diligently to modify the clothes to fit Jaune's frame. Those who had experience as Seamstresses and tailors were enlisted to ensure that he would appear presentable and blend in seamlessly with the attendees of the Silver Jubilee.
As the day of the celebration drew near, Jaune couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. He was eager to experience the grandeur of the event and immerse himself in the culture of this world. It was an opportunity to step outside of his own reality, even if only for a short while.
June 16th, 1913, 10:45 am
Finally, the day arrived. Jaune stood before a full-length mirror, dressed in the tailored suit that had been carefully modified to fit him. It was a handsome ensemble, one that exuded an air of sophistication and refinement. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he adjusted his tie and straightened his collar.
"I must say Mr.Arc you clean up very nice, You almost remind me of my brother" Nurse Schmidt spoke
Jaune turned towards Nurse Schmidt, a genuine smile on his face. He appreciated her kind words and the effort she had put into finding him suitable attire for the occasion. "Thank you, Nurse Schmidt," Jaune replied, a touch of gratitude in his voice. "Your brother must be a fine gentleman if I remind you of him. I'm honored to be able to wear these clothes and partake in the celebration."
Nurse Schmidt's eyes glistened with a mixture of fondness and nostalgia. "He indeed is remarkable man. Always well-dressed and full of charm, but now that he's in the military he has no need for these" she said, her voice tinged with a hint of pride
"I can only imagine the kind of person your brother is," Jaune replied, his curiosity piqued. "Being in the military must require great dedication and bravery. I have the utmost respect for those who serve."
Nurse Schmidt nodded, her expression filled with pride. "Yes, my brother has dedicated himself to his duty, and I couldn't be prouder. He's always been a role model to me."
As Jaune took a final look in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Nurse Schmidt's brother, despite never having met him. In this unfamiliar world, surrounded by strangers, he found solace in the bonds he had formed, no matter how brief or indirect.
Jaune turned to face Nurse Schmidt, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. He decided to surprise her with a few words in German.
"Vielen Dank, Schwester Schmidt. Ich fühle mich geehrt, dass ich diese Kleidung tragen und an der Feier teilnehmen kann," Jaune said, his German slightly accented but comprehensible. "Dr. Campbell hat mir während meiner Genesung ein wenig Deutsch beigebracht."
Nurse Schmidt's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face. "Ach, du kannst Deutsch sprechen! Das ist wunderbar, Mr. Arc!" she exclaimed, clearly delighted by Jaune's ability to speak her native language. "Dr. Campbell taught you? That's very impressive."
Jaune nodded, returning her smile. "Ja, Dr. Campbell taught me a few basics during my recovery. I'm still learning, but I thought it would be a nice surprise to converse with you in German. It's a beautiful language."
Nurse Schmidt chuckled warmly. "Ja, Deutsch ist eine schöne Sprache. Sie haben es gut gelernt, Mr. Arc. Ich bin beeindruckt. Sie werden sich unter den Leuten hier in Berlin gut zurechtfinden."
"Danke, Schwester Schmidt. Ihre Unterstützung und Hilfe haben mir wirklich geholfen," Jaune replied, his gratitude evident in his voice. "Ich freue mich darauf, die Feierlichkeiten zu erleben und noch mehr über diese Welt zu erfahren."
Nurse Schmidt placed a gentle hand on Jaune's shoulder, her eyes brimming with kindness. "It was my pleasure to assist you, Mr. Arc. I'm sure you will have a wonderful time. Enjoy the celebrations."
As Jaune made his way towards the hospital entrance, a familiar voice called out to him, causing him to pause in his tracks. He turned to find Dr. Campbell approaching, a curious expression on his face. "Mr. Arc, I must say, you look quite dashing in that suit. It seems Nurse Schmidt did an excellent job finding the right attire for you," Dr. Campbell remarked, his tone filled with genuine admiration. Jaune smiled appreciatively, his confidence growing with each compliment he received. "Thank you, Dr. Campbell. I owe a great deal to Nurse Schmidt for her help. She went above and beyond to ensure I was properly dressed for the occasion."
Dr. Campbell's gaze lingered on Jaune for a moment, his eyes filled with a mixture of intrigue and concern. "Indeed, she is a remarkable nurse. But I must admit, Mr. Arc, your recovery has been quite remarkable as well. You've made astounding progress in such a short time." Jaune's smile faltered slightly, realizing that his accelerated healing process might have raised some suspicions. He needed to be cautious in his response, not revealing the true extent of his abilities. "Yes, I suppose I've been fortunate in my recovery," Jaune replied, his voice tinged with a hint of modesty. "I've been doing my best to follow your orders and take care of myself."
Dr. Campbell nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as if contemplating something. "Indeed, it's clear that you've been diligent in your recovery. But I must admit, Mr. Arc, your case has been rather unique. I've seen my fair share of injuries and recoveries, but yours... well, it's left me intrigued." Jaune's heart skipped a beat, realizing that his secret might be in jeopardy. He needed to tread carefully and divert the conversation away from his peculiar case. "I suppose everyone's recovery is different, Dr. Campbell," Jaune replied, feigning a touch of uncertainty. "Perhaps there are factors at play that we don't fully understand. Regardless, I'm grateful for the care and attention I've received here."
Dr. Campbell nodded, his expression thoughtful. "You're right, Mr. Arc. Medicine is a field of constant discovery, and sometimes we encounter cases that challenge our understanding. Your recovery has certainly been intriguing, but what matters most is that you're now in good health."
Jaune breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Dr. Campbell seemed to be satisfied with his response. However, his mind was still preoccupied with the need to protect his true identity. He decided to take a chance and confide in the doctor, hoping that he might be able to provide some guidance or assistance.
"Dr. Campbell, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," Jaune began cautiously. "You see, my situation is a bit complicated. I find myself in a foreign land, unsure of how I got here or where I truly belong. I don't have any identification or proper documents. Is there anyone you could recommend who could help me acquire a false identity? Someone discreet, who can be trusted?"
Dr. Campbell's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Jaune's request. He studied Jaune's face for a moment before responding, his voice lowered to a hushed tone. "Mr. Arc, I must say, such a request is highly unusual. However, I understand that circumstances can sometimes be complex and require unconventional solutions. Give me some time, and I'll see what I can do. I may be able to put you in touch with someone who can assist you discreetly."
Jaune's heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. He knew that seeking forged documents was risky, but he also realized that it was a necessary step if he wanted to navigate this world without raising suspicions. He trusted Dr. Campbell's judgment and hoped that his connection would prove to be reliable.
"Thank you, Dr. Campbell," Jaune said sincerely. "I understand the risks involved, but I believe it's necessary for me to establish a new identity. I appreciate your willingness to help."
Dr. Campbell nodded, his expression serious yet sympathetic. "I can understand your predicament, Mr. Arc. I'll do my best to assist you discreetly. In the meantime, I urge you to be cautious and not draw unnecessary attention to yourself. We don't want to raise any suspicions."
With those final words of caution, Dr. Campbell bid Jaune farewell, leaving him to contemplate the next steps in his journey. As Jaune walked out of the hospital, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but he was determined to forge a new life for himself.
June 16, 1913, 1:35 pm
The vibrant atmosphere of the Jubilee filled the streets of Berlin. Jaune found himself immersed in a sea of celebration as people from all walks of life gathered for the Silver Jubilee. Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, and the air was alive with the sound of laughter, music, and the tantalizing aroma of unknown but delicious smelling food.
Jaune ventured through the bustling crowds, his eyes taking in the sights and sounds around him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement, even amidst the unfamiliarity of this world. As he walked, he caught glimpses of the grand parade preparations, with ornately decorated floats and marching bands rehearsing their synchronized performances. This was nothing like the Vytal Festival or the other events back home, somehow this was better better.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Jaune approached a group of locals who were enjoying a hearty meal at an outdoor cafe. The tantalizing scent of meat and potatoes filled the air, making Jaune's stomach growl in response.
"Excuse me," Jaune began, his voice laced with a touch of uncertainty and accent thick. "I couldn't help but notice the wonderful festivities taking place. Can you tell me more about the parade and the events happening during the Jubilee?"
One of the locals, a jovial man with a thick mustache, grinned and gestured for Jaune to join them. "Ah, you've come at a splendid time! The Jubilee is a sight to behold. With many different regions of Germany being present. It's a celebration of our diversity and unity."
Jaune's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he listened to the man's description. "That sounds incredible! Is there a particular float or performance I shouldn't miss? I want to make the most of my time here."
The group of locals exchanged glances, contemplating their recommendations. Finally, a man with a proud expression spoke up. "Ah, my friend, if you want to witness a display of true Germanic pride, you shouldn't miss the Prussian contingent in the parade. They march with unwavering discipline and precision, showcasing the military prowess and heritage of our great nation."
Jaune's interest was piqued by the man's words, intrigued by the idea of witnessing historical legacy. "That sounds fascinating! I'd love to see their display of pride and honor. Can you tell me more about their traditions and what to expect?"
The locals smiled, pleased by Jaune's enthusiasm. The man with the proud expression continued, "The Prussian contingent is known for their distinctive uniforms, characterized by the iconic Pickelhaube helmets and the deep blue color that symbolizes Prussian heritage. You'll witness their impeccable drill formations, hear the resounding beats of their marching band, and see the pride in their eyes as they march with precision and unity. It's a tribute to our history and the values we hold dear."
Jaune nodded, his curiosity now fully focused on experiencing the full Prussian display. "Thank you for the recommendation. I'll make sure not to miss the Prussian contingent in the parade."
With a renewed sense of purpose, Jaune continued his exploration.
As Jaune immersed himself in the vibrant atmosphere of the Jubilee, he couldn't resist indulging in the cultural activities and the tantalizing aromas of traditional German cuisine. The air was filled with the mouthwatering scents of Wiener Schnitzel, pretzels, Bratwurst, and the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed beer.
Jaune's senses were awakened as he wandered through the jubilant crowds, his gaze drawn to the array of food stalls lining the streets. The sight of golden-brown Wiener Schnitzel, perfectly breaded and fried, made his stomach rumble with anticipation. He couldn't resist ordering a free plate and savoring each bite, the tender veal enveloped in a crisp, flavorful coating.
To accompany his meal, Jaune decided to indulge in a glass of authentic beer from another nearby stand. He savored the frothy golden beverage, appreciating the rich and complex flavors that danced across his palate. It was a taste he hadn't experienced before, a delightful blend of malt and hops that perfectly complemented the hearty German cuisine.
With his appetite satisfied, Jaune couldn't resist the temptation of the soft, warm pretzels that beckoned from a nearby vendor. He eagerly accepted one, delighting in its chewy texture and the satisfying contrast between the crusty exterior and the soft, doughy center.
As Jaune strolled through the lively streets, his senses tingled with the sights, sounds, and flavors of the Jubilee. The jovial music filled the air, and he found himself tapping his foot to the energetic beats of traditional German folk tunes. Street performers entertained the crowd with their lively dances and captivating melodies, adding an extra layer of festivity to the atmosphere.
With each new encounter, Jaune's knowledge of German culture deepened. He engaged in conversations with locals, who shared stories about the significance of the Jubilee and the traditions associated with it. They eagerly explained the history behind the Wiener Schnitzel, the importance of pretzels in Bavarian culture, and the joy of savoring a Bratwurst on a warm summer day.
Through these interactions, Jaune felt a sense of connection and appreciation for the people and their traditions. The Jubilee had become a gateway to understanding and immersing himself in the rich tapestry of German heritage.
Jaune 16, 1913, 3:00 Pm
As the clock struck 3 pm, a hush fell over the crowd gathered in the grand square. All eyes turned towards the stage, where a podium stood adorned with the German flag. The anticipation was palpable as everyone awaited the arrival of the Kaiser.
Moments later, a resounding applause filled the air as Kaiser Wilhelm II, stepped onto the stage. Dressed in his regal uniform, he exuded an aura of authority and charisma.
The Kaiser raised his right hand, and the crowd fell silent, eager to hear his words. With a commanding yet warm presence, he began his speech, his voice carrying through the square.
"Meine lieben Mitbürgerinnen und Mitbürger!" The Kaiser's voice echoed across the grand square, commanding the attention of every individual present. His eyes sparkled with determination and his voice resonated with conviction.
"Today, as we stand united on this momentous occasion, we gather not only to commemorate the Silver Jubilee of my reign but to celebrate the greatness of The Vaterland!" The Kaiser's words were met with thunderous applause.
"We are a nation of strength and resilience, a beacon of progress in the world," Wilhelm II continued, his voice filled with unwavering pride. "Through our shared determination, we have crafted an empire that has brought prosperity to our people, from the great industries of the Ruhr Valley to the cultural splendors of Berlin."
He raised his hand, gesturing towards the surrounding cityscape, symbolizing the achievements of the German people. The crowd cheered, their hearts filled with admiration for their homeland.
"But we must not rest on our laurels, my fellow Germans. The challenges we face are numerous, and it is through unity and unwavering dedication that we shall overcome them!" The Kaiser's voice boomed with authority, his words resonating with the resolve of the nation.
"We stand at the precipice of a new era, where progress and innovation shall guide our path. It is imperative that we embrace the winds of change, harnessing the power of science, industry, and education to propel us forward!"
The Kaiser's gaze swept across the crowd, his eyes filled with a mix of sternness and paternal care. "Let us remember that our nation's strength lies not only in its military might but also in the minds and spirits of its people. It is through education and enlightenment that we shall continue to shape the destiny of our great empire!"
A wave of enthusiasm washed over the crowd, their belief in the Kaiser's words growing stronger with each passing moment.
"And let us not forget the importance of our collective heritage," Wilhelm II declared, emphasizing the significance of German culture and tradition. "From the Rhineland to Bavaria, from the northern plains to the picturesque Black Forest, our land is blessed with a rich tapestry of history and diversity. It is this cultural mosaic that binds us together as one people!"
He gestured towards the many people infront of him, highlighting the importance of preserving and cherishing their unique traditions.
"In this year of celebration, let us come together to honor our past, revel in our present, and embrace the promise of our future! May this Jubilee be a testament to the indomitable German spirit, a celebration of our achievements, and a reminder of the great potential that lies within each and every one of us!"
The square erupted with resounding cheers and applause, the crowd united in their admiration and loyalty for their Kaiser. Wilhelm II stood tall, his chest swelling with pride, as he acknowledged the adulation of his people.
With his speech concluded, the Kaiser stepped back from the podium, his words lingering in the hearts of those who had listened. The grand parade would soon commence, a testament to the greatness of the German Empire and a vibrant showcase of the nation's traditions and cultural heritage.
Jaune, caught up in the fervor of the moment, felt a deep sense of connection to the German people and their aspirations. He was inspired by the Kaiser's vision and the determination to forge a brighter future for the empire. As he joined the thousands of others in applause, he knew that he was a part of something truly extraordinary.
As the echoes of the Kaiser's speech began to fade, the atmosphere in the square became electrified with anticipation. The crowd eagerly awaited the commencement of the grand parade, an awe-inspiring display of German pride and pageantry.
The first to march onto the scene were the resplendent marching bands, their uniforms adorned with gold and silver accents that glimmered in the sunlight. With military precision, they struck up a rousing melody, their synchronized footsteps and precise formations captivating the onlookers.
Jaune couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer spectacle unfolding before his eyes. The rhythmic beats of the drums and the melodic harmonies of the brass instruments resonated deep within him, stirring a sense of patriotism he had never known.
Following the marching band, elaborate floats adorned with colorful flowers and intricate decorations began to make their way through the streets. Each float depicted a different aspect of German culture and history, from scenes of medieval knights to romantic landscapes. He saw depictions of the medieval castles of Bavaria, the iconic landmarks of Hamburg and Bremen, and the charming vineyards of the Mosel Valley.
The crowd cheered and applauded as the floats passed by, marveling at the craftsmanship and attention to detail. Children stood on their parents' shoulders, their eyes wide with wonder, as they tried to take in every magical moment of the procession.
Accompanying the floats were groups of dancers, dressed in traditional attire, their movements graceful and coordinated. They twirled and spun, their lively steps reflecting the exuberance and joy that filled the air.
Jaune watched in awe, unable to resist the infectious energy of the dancers. Their infectious laughter and infectious melodies swept him away, and he found himself clapping along to the lively tunes. In that moment, Jaune felt truly immersed in the rich tapestry of German culture, a part of something greater than himself.
As the parade continued, Jaune found himself eagerly engaged with those around him, striking up conversations about the different floats and the significance of the cultural symbols they represented.
He marveled at the intricately woven tales of German folklore, the rich history that had shaped the nation, and the unity that bound its people together. The conversations flowed freely, and Jaune found himself immersed in a tapestry of stories and shared experiences.
As the parade progressed, the atmosphere grew more charged with excitement and anticipation. The crowd's murmurs were filled with whispers of the legendary Prussian contingent, renowned for their unwavering discipline and military prowess.
A hush fell over the square as the sound of marching boots grew louder. The onlookers' eyes turned towards a sea of Prussian soldiers, their crisp uniforms adorned with shining medals and badges. Their synchronized steps reverberated through the air, commanding attention and respect.
With a commanding presence, the Prussian contingent halted, their formation impeccable. A solemn silence embraced the square as the crowd awaited their next move. Then, with a resounding command, they burst into song.
The voices of the Prussian soldiers soared, filling the air with a patriotic anthem. The lyrics of "Alte Kameraden" echoed through the square, accompanied by the rhythmic beat of their boots hitting the ground.
Alte Kameraden auf dem Marsch durchs land.
Schließen Freundschaft felsenfest und treu.
Ob in Not oder in Gefahr, Stets zusammen halten sie auf's Nue.
Zur Attacke geht es Schlag auf Schlag, Ruhm und Ehr soll bringen uns der Sieg,
Los, Kameraden, frisch wird geladen, Das ist unsere Marschmusik.
The crowd listened in awe, their hearts swelling with pride. The song carried the weight of tradition and camaraderie, evoking a sense of unity among all who heard it. Jaune, captivated by the soldiers' harmonious voices, felt a profound connection to this display of national pride.
The soldiers continued their performance, showcasing their military precision through intricate marching drills. Their movements were a testament to the rigorous training and discipline instilled within them. Each step, each formation, executed flawlessly.
The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers as the Prussian contingent completed their performance. Jaune, swept up in the fervor, joined his voice with the others in expressing admiration and appreciation for the soldiers' dedication and skill.
As the echoes of their song faded, Jaune couldn't help but be moved by the profound sense of unity and pride that permeated the atmosphere. The Jubilee had become more than just a celebration of the Kaiser's reign—it had become a testament to the strength and resilience of the German people.
As Jaune watched the Prussian soldiers march away, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had witnessed something truly extraordinary. The echoes of their song lingered in his mind, a reminder of the shared history and collective spirit that bound them together.
With renewed enthusiasm, Jaune eagerly looked forward to what lay ahead in this grand Jubilee celebration, knowing that his journey in this unfamiliar world was just beginning.
Right this chapter took forever to write as I felt like now would be a good time for me to explain how Jaune arrived in Germany,
Now, to clear some things up,
1st yes, parade floats existed in 1913,
2nd, The Kaiser's Silver Jubilee was a real thing, but there are no records of what happened during the Jubilee, so I had to come up with the idea of what it would look like
3rd, how did Jaune learn German so fast, well he arrived the 5th of June and had really nothing to due during his recovery so why not spend that time learning a whole new language and be taught by a person who speaks a both the native language and a language that is similar to Remnant's
4th, yes I know Jaune has no money or a place to live but what he will have soon is fake document's, and temporary residence at the hospital till said documents arrive so that explains how he joined the Imperal German Army
5th I think I covered everything
Anyways the next chapter should go back to our regular scheduled program