Reading Key:

Talking: "Are you seriously buying an overpriced box of cereal 'for the memes'?"

Shouting: "Yes and proud of it!"

Thinking: 'Seriously he does this kind of stuff all the time, how are we siblings?'

Deities/Dark Entities: "Just where did you find this guy?" / "In the back of a Walmart."

Disclaimer: Tisrem does not own RWBY or any other works of fiction mentioned below. If I did then there would be more screen time allowing Jaune to be a badass cause at this point the dude has earned it. Seriously he's the party white mage and you do not f*ck with the white mage!

Chapter 2

Oliver P.O.V

"Just how many times do I have to tell you this," Said a girl dressed in a white gi, exasperation apparent in her tone. "You don't just pull and jut your hips out. you pull with your arms, unbalance them with your foot in between theirs, and then use your hips to lean them over your shoulder and throw them."

"I know that," I said, my voice sounding older than normal as I looked down at the white gi I was wearing and caught my breath. "I just can't seem to pull it off. Why is this so much harder than Muay Thai and Fencing? I had no problems there."

"Because you're used to being light on your feet and rooting quickly before striking instead of staying rooted or being on your ass to grapple." Said a deep masculine voice from behind me, sounding patient and disciplined. "Oliver, just listen to May already will ya'? You're talented, that is for sure, you being stronger than your sister after only a month of training makes that obvious but you still need to listen, ya' ain't even close to being as skilled as her despite being able to beat her in most of your practice spars."

"I know Sensei," I said annoyed at the reminder. "But still, this is a bit of a waste of time isn't it? I already know three different Martial Arts, not including the gunplay you trained me in and the archery I'm already working on as a side project."

"Haah, you'll see the error of your ways soon enough little brother." said the now identified May, sighing. "I got to where I'm at after training in more than just three, or even four, styles. Just keep at it and you'll get there. Then we can move on to Bajiquan and Kendo."

"Fine, let's do this then." what if I used that one anime for reference? What was the name, my hero-something or other. I remember the main character actually did this move in the show even if I only saw it because of the meme; 'kick his ass young Midoriya.'

"Hey, if you get this down I'll get you that joke cereal you really like." said Sensei, amusement seeping into his deep voice. "The one that had that one character you have a crush on, the red head. Pyrrha right?"

"I don't have a crush on her," I said, exasperated from him bringing this up again. "I just got the cereal since it's funny. Ya' know? For da' memes, and all that. Especially since Jaune finally managed to-"

As the words left my mouth though, all I heard was static and garbled voices and all I saw was white and purple light.

Opening my eyes and blinking away my drowsiness I stretched out before I got up from my bedroll, trying to remember what the rest of that dream was, the dream about my previous life. What was I going to say, and who's Pyrrha or Jaune? Why did I learn how to fight back then? No matter how much the experience helps me now, I remember that Earth was a peaceful world. I had a happy life free of fearing I was gonna die that very day or the next one, unlike Remnant.

What's going on? That was a different dream than usual, normally I would be able to see what happens all the way through, being able to see everything from beginning to end from the day that those dreams are from. But this one just ended abruptly, like there was more to come and then that purple light- The gods. They did this, I knew something they didn't want me to so they erased it.

That means this Pyrrha is important, and apparently I had a crush on her? Ok then I guess, though if what I was feeling during the dream was anything I think that was just embarrassment from being teased. And Jaune or whatever his name is, I need to keep that name in mind. Considering the etymology of the name, is he some sort of guy version of Jeanne D'Arc? It would fit the naming schemes of Remnant. Or wait, is Jaune actually a guy? Cause I remember sometimes Jeanne D'Arc standins would be called John so that could be- agh, whatever I'll just keep it in mind.

Either way, I'm awake earlier than usual, the sun hasn't even fully risen yet. Might as well take care of my usual routine and get it out of the way before the others wake up.

Getting up and rolling up my bedroll, I got to gathering my things quietly. Trying not to wake anyone around me up. The attempts to be quiet bringing up old faded memories of walking into the kitchen at two in the morning to cook hot pockets and waking people up by accident because of how loud the microwave was.

Luckily though I was more successful this time unlike back then.

After changing into my traveling gear I pulled out my cleaning gear and disassembled my pistol before getting to maintaining it. Clearing any dust from the inner components, using cleaning fluid to ensure that the chamber doesn't jam. The usual work that I had been doing for so long that it became second nature by this point. The only part I actually really focused on cleaning was the aura port, due to it requiring a delicate touch and all of my attention cause otherwise it'll blow us all to hell.

After cleaning the gun and reassembling it, finishing the process with a satisfying "click" when placing the aura port into place. I put the supplies away and got to smothering the fire, grabbing the metal rod that we usually had on hand I spread the ash around inside the pit and used it to put the embers out. As I finished smothering the fire the sun had already risen enough to put light out, I could see clearly into the forests around us. Meaning we won't need to waste aura waking up now and can recover better from that tense sleep.

Glad we don't need to sleep in shifts, our aura will warn us if we're being watched. We can get a full night's rest thanks to it. But having your aura active while asleep is really hard to do and winds up ruining the whole experience in general. Thank goodness I managed to train myself to be able to sleep just fine without being so tense the whole night.

Once I made sure the fire was properly smothered and doused it in water to be doubly sure, I went back to our packs to make sure that nothing broke into our food supplies. Dad was the one who secured it last night after all.

"Good Morning!~" I heard Nora shout, little pads from her jumping around accompanying her shout. "Wake up Renny~, wake up, wake up, wake up!"

"Nora, please stop jumping around me." Ren said calmly in response, some shuffling accompanying his voice as he got out of his bedroll. "I won't be able to get all the dirt out if you don't stop."

"Those two sure are lively after finally hitting their stride." Dad grunted out tiredly as he got out of his own bedroll. "Thanks for taking care of our packs Oliver, you usually aren't up this early. What happened?"

"Recurring dream," I shrugged, as I looked over the canned foods and placed them back into the packs. "Purple light, and fighting a fabulous vampire with a penchant for posing. You know, the usual."

"I can never understand why your dreams are always so weird," Dad said, pensively. "One day it's about fighting and training which I can understand since those started when we began your huntsman training, of course you would dream of them. But then you get ones like this where you're fighting a 'fabulous vampire'? I just don't get it, how does that even work?"

Yeah, he doesn't know that I'm trolling him. Why does he take my answers to the whole 'recurring dream' thing so literally? They're dreams, they aren't supposed to make sense. And even then, I am a kid even if not mentally. My supposed dreams aren't supposed to make sense to him as an adult.

"I don't either," I said after managing to put the packs back together. Everything accounted for. "It just happens I guess, though the whole vampire thing might've been because of the story I told Nora last night."

I've been having to tell Nora and Ren stories every night ever since I told Nora one to help her adapt to her new life the first night, it's been a week since then and we're still a week away from Argus. Ren just joined in since he doesn't seem to want to leave Nora alone, which does make sense since the only things they have of Kuroyuri is each other.

"How the hell you came up with 'a boy fighting a vampire using the power of the sun by breathing really hard', I will never know." Ah, Jojo. You will always be something I can rely on to be as memeish as possible.

"It was admittedly outlandish," Ren said, having finished packing away his sleepwear and bedroll. "But somehow it was really entertaining. I enjoyed Johnathan's resolve and strength of character."

"And don't forget the explosions!" said you know who, three guesses, first two don't count. "You can never have enough explosions!"

Yeah, Nora got really into it.

"We can continue the story tonight if you want." I said getting up and putting on my pack. "I only told you the first part after all."

"First part?" Dad asked incredulously. "How many did you end up making?"

"Six parts," I said, trying and failing to keep a grin off my face. "Each of them, more convoluted than the last."

"If it gets more convoluted than dislocating your shoulder to punch farther, I do not want to know." Dad said, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Are there more explosions!?" asked/shouted Nora in excitement.

"Yes, yes there is." I nodded, channeling my inner smug child. "Since you two liked those stories so much I made sure to come up with more."

And by that I mean I plagiarized it from the anime and manga I have seen on Earth.

"You know, with how good that story is, maybe you could publish it when we get over to Argus." Dad suggested. "Might make for some good pocket change if anything."

"Maybe as a last resort, but I'd rather not." I said not really wanting to actually plagiarize the stories. "No point in it since I'd have to constantly have to come back to pick up the royalties."

As I said that we began down the road again, having all of our things ready as soon as we did made that easy to do. The practiced silence comes easy for me and Dad but Nora unsurprisingly struggles with it, same with Ren too actually. That came as a shock when he started talking out of the blue once when we were packing up for the trip.

Though at this point the two of them can keep quiet for the most part, even if it's a bit redundant since Ren's semblance can help us with the reason why we made this tactic in the first place. Though that wouldn't be a good idea to exploit, maybe for Dad and Nora it's possible, but if Ren tried to use it on me his semblance would wind up being negated for the next hour after the attempt.

Oh yeah, my semblance. Apparently I can negate a person's semblance by having my aura come into contact with another person. Something I discovered by accident when I negated Dad's semblance for the first time when sparring. With it actually being pretty detrimental after that due to me coming into the habit of training my aura enough to stay up despite not focusing on it. Having trained it to be second nature to have it up at all times.

Wound up having to use the grim as a way to train since negating Dad's semblance would cut off Bloom's primary functions. We would wind up being sitting ducks if that happened. I just count myself as lucky due to still being able to fight most of the weaker grim that come by so I don't get rusty.

Feeling a light poke at my side, I turned to see Nora walking next to me with a curious expression on her face. Ren right next to her with a watchful eye, probably making sure I didn't do anything to her. Still not very trusting is he?

Tilting my head slightly to the left to show I was listening, she pulled out a notebook that said "storytime" on the front in a large bold white font. She wants me to write the stories anyways doesn't she?

Unable to hold back my amusement making me smirk, a habit I ended up getting from my weeb phase, I grabbed the notebook and pulled out a pen from the side pocket of my pack and began to write down the story. Nora and Ren started to lag behind me a bit now that Nora got what she wanted. Maybe I should write down stories from other anime or manga too?

Scribbling, I paid no mind to my surroundings, trusting my aura to alert me to any incoming dangers that I needed to pay attention to. The sounds of the forest being the only thing that I could perceive other than the scratching of my pencil on the notebook. Turning the page whenever I had filled it out and continuing on.

I lost track of time by that point, not knowing how far we walked in silence nor for how long by the time I finished writing out the first chapter. Though judging from the way the sun was positioned behind the clouds it had been a few hours by that point of nothing but walking. I know that we have multiple systems in place to minimize our grim encounters and that's the reason why we all go silent when traveling but it's still a little eerie how few we've run into ever since Nora and Ren joined us.

Putting the notebook into my pack, a chill ran down my spine. The feeling of being watched, one exacerbated by the fact that my aura is active. Slowing down while moving my pack to my front, a signal me and Dad came up with for an attack, I started to move back to the lagging pair while at the same time readying myself to draw my gun.

Up front, I saw Dad freeze up slightly. He noticed the signal, before swinging his right arm more deliberately. Making it easier for him to draw Bloom when he needs it using the momentum of the swing.

"Is something wrong?" Ren said, his voice a little uneasy, as I focused some aura on my ears, trying to listen for any sign of movement. "You're slowing down, you never did that before."

"Stay behind me." Is all I can say as I kept my focus, the sound of heavy rustling in the bushes around us getting worse. Ren and Nora's fear is attracting it, both a good and bad thing. It might wind up attacking them instead of Dad.

Actively pulling out my gun and dropping my pack, I came to a complete stop, with Nora and Ren stopping with me. Dad doing so as well while moving closer to us, probably wants to keep a better eye on the two.

"Grrr" I heard a low growl coming from the bushes to my left and quieter rustling coming from the right. There's something there too, not just the ones to our left.

As soon as I changed my target and aimed at the rustling bushes, the grim to our left revealing itself to be a beowulf jumped at me and the others. But before it could reach us, Dad had already cut it down faster than I could see, having cut the grim diagonally from snout to groin before turning to the bush I was aiming at, blade at the ready. Taking that as a signal he was ready I fired into the bush, making the grim hiding behind it to roar in aggravation and burst out.

Unlike the grim on the other side, this one was an Ursa, not a major though it is lacking in the backspines that an Ursa Major would've had.

As it charged forward, Dad cut off the arm it swiped at him with. Taking the opening and wanting to assist, I took a shot at the Ursa and managed to get a shot off near the Ursa's neck, just in between the edge of the mask and where its hide started. Causing it to stagger again as Dad cut its head off.

Geez talk about underwhelming, I was hoping for a bigger one since I could've used the practice. Still though I wasn't expecting an Ursa to be working together with a Beowulf, just goes to show that you can never be sure what is going on with the grim.

"Wow." Nora said in awe

And honestly I can't blame her, Dad is really good at this. Glad that all our precautions are working, I wasn't sure if it would since we have two others to protect now. Even if Ren is trained, I have no idea if he's trained to kill grim already or if he just started.

Either way, it looks like we can rest knowing that Dad and I can keep the two of them safe while still keeping ourselves sharp.

A/N:

Hello there!

So, I was not expecting to get a review so quickly. Thank You ArgueableReader, I can understand your worries about the whole sticking to canon thing. I have some gripes with that myself, though I do see it as "what are the little things you can change about canon early on but would have drastic changes later" since that would be what happens to really create the AU's that come from fanfiction in the first place. I'm not gonna do the "number 1" and "number 2" scenarios, I actually really dislike them myself after all.

Especially "number 1", I do not like those power trip fantasies of horny fanboys, these types of fics are everywhere. Some do have proper build up and character exploration to show that the insert deserves the reward or at least makes it easy to ignore though they are few and far in between but at the same time the majority out there are frankly disgusting with how they either objectify the female characters with those same characters ignoring the idea (The good ones having them acknowledge it some not liking the idea understandably others actually being ok with it, that's a sign they aren't a caricature and thus these people actually put effort into the fic.) or are disgusting due to, plainly put, absolutely horrible grammar and spelling which is why I'm constantly asking people to point any of those out for me.

As for "number 2" I do understand it or the reasons why a lot of people write fics like this one. A lot of people see Jaune as either a self-insert or a Gary stu since he seemingly managed to keep up with Huntsmen that have trained for being exactly that their whole lives or since childhood while he had only trained for two years max and maybe did some physical conditioning. Even with there being justification of his family having a history of producing incredible war heroes that still doesn't really excuse the fact that Jaune should frankly have died by this point since he literally is a normal high school boy going into an academy that trains monster hunters.

This sort of thing is actually pretty similar to how upset people are about how in dragon ball the universe 6 saiyans were able to achieve the super saiyan states so easily or how Frieza reached god tier with only a few months of training. It just makes no logical sense or seems like a major copout/asspull that just doesn't feel right in any way.

In fact that is the very reason why I'm starting my fic so early and having it so that Oliver has a huntsman dad. This would be used as a way to allow Oliver to gain the training and experience to reach the level I want him to be at when we reach the part of the timeline that RWBY properly started. Not to mention it can also be a way to tie him to the main cast if needed later down the line.

I can agree with where Jaune is at and how he is positioned in the main cast though, being the guy in the back giving out some healing or the dude who tanks hits for everyone else alongside having a strong moral compass, essentially being a DnD paladin. Though I am definitely not doing "number 2" since he does serve a purpose to my narrative, just expect his progression to be more realistic as opposed to him suddenly having more aura than a trained huntsman or anything. And for him to actually have trained some before leaving for Beacon, I won't say why yet since spoilers but still.

For "number 3" that's actually what my original iteration of this fic was aiming for. Though instead of being a student/teacher assistant, he was just going to straight up be a teacher. I'm not sure whether or not this story will go in that direction since it's still too early to tell, four years early in the timeline to be exact, but at the same time I can't say it absolutely won't. I like the idea and it does give me the opportunity to have him directly have a hand in the main story but at the same time I don't really want him there since there are other places he can go and things he can do that would cause the AU that I want to happen.

As for "number 4" I can't really understand what you're trying to say there. I will kill characters off but only if it either serves a greater purpose or it's part of the AU that I'm trying to craft. I don't remember who said it but there is a narrative tool/piece of advice that authors and writers use a lot; "Kill your darlings". Meaning make your favorite characters suffer or die if you want to make them more likable, make their conflict sympathetic or empathetic and thus more likable or otherwise just make them better.

I actually can't say I'll avoid "number 4" if you meant for me to just not kill any of the main cast at all. I can only say that I won't be killing any of them off meaninglessly or without reason.

As for the whole "create an entirely new plot" for the fic, I am trying to do that but at the same time some things are just set in stone and cannot be avoided like Blake being in the Fang since she was literally born into it or Summer dying since it acts as a means of motivation for Ruby and Yang, though that last one is unavoidable not because its uncontrollable but since we're too far in the timeline to avoid it anyways.

Once again thanks for the review. If you guys see any errors or problems please tell me in either a review or through a DM.